Some of Our Life Guards
A Few Fables
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THE COLLEGE PRODUCT.
The cause of higher education needs at the present day no champion in
America. The Philistine of prejudice which at other times and places has
defied the forces of culture and enlightenment here lies prostrate, and it
would be a sheer waste of the five smooth stones out of the brook were any
enthusiastic young David to undertake his further discomfiture. But while
colleges and universities are increasing with marvelous rapidity in size and
number, in wealth and influence, and while the chorus of gratulation and
applause grows louder and more unanimous, it may be well occasionally to
step aside for a moment and endeavor to examine critically and impartially
what are the actual results brought about by this vast and elaborate edu-
cational machinery that has been set in motion. It is desirable that we
should know, not merely whether these results are on the whole good, but
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whether they seem to be the very best possible, in order that if there be any
cause for dissatisfaction we may come to learn what are the defects in the
system, and how such defects may be corrected.
Now, if we ask what have the colleges done for the intellectual life of
the country, we meet with facts that in one aspect are thoroughly satisfac-
tory. The higher institutions of learning undeniably have been raising the
standard of intelligence and knowledge in the community, and their moral
influence in the great majority of cases has also been widely beneficial. The
lives of millions throughout the country have been the better worth living
because of the increased usefulness of men and women who have had the
advantages of a collegiate training. If we realize all that this simple state-
ment means, we must frankly admit that there is just and rational ground for
pride and satisfaction.
But is there not another side of the shield that we cannot wisely ignore ?
I would venture to point out that if in examining the product of our colleges
and universities we do not content ourselves with what is on the whole passa-
bly good, but ask for evidence of ability of a really high grade, we are apt
to meet w r ith disappointment. In watching the work done by American
college graduates, lam continually impressed by an all-pervading mediocrity
of attainments. It seldom falls very low, it never rises very high. I have
used the phrase "educational machinery," and the words seem to me to have
a somewhat ill-omened appropriateness. The college graduate too often
bears the signs of being a machine-made article : — not by any means a badly-
made article, rather one that is extremely useful for many purposes. He is,
moreover, always bound to come up to a certain standard, for the college,
like any other well-regulated factory, will refuse to stamp with its trade-
mark and put upon the market the goods that have serious flaws. But we
look in vain for the traces of originality, the stamp of a master mind, the
cachet that denotes the genuine work of art. The ordinary college student
during his four years' course gains much ; he has his crudity toned down,
his roughnesses smoothed away ; he takes on a certain intellectual polish. If
he possesses abilities of about the average amount, the contact with other
minds is on the whole beneficial, and he gains in knowledge and in power.
But if at the outset he is endowed with some germ of originality in character
or of intellectual talent greater than that of most men, if he be one of those
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"fortuitous variations " which nature now and then sends, are not the in-
fluences of his college life as likely to stifle as to develop the possibility of
gi'eatness? In a word, with our best endeavors to level up, do we not per-
haps bring about also a deplorable leveling down?
Now this is a question concerning which sex distinctions do not count.
If there is any force in the line of criticism which I have indicated, it applies
fully as much to Harvard or Cornell as to Bryn Mawr or Wellesley. But the
extraordinarily sudden emergence and rapid development of institutions for
the higher education of women in the last quarter of a century provide an
effective, if somewhat rough and ready, test of the facts on which such criti-
cism is based. Considering the extremely limited opportunities for intel-
lectual development that the last generation of women possessed, and how
Avidespread now are the privileges of a collegiate training, we might not un-
reasonably expect that we should find a marked improvement in the quality,
as well as an increase in the quantity, of the work done by women at the
present day. But in so far as the production of really great work is con-
cerned, no such advance can be claimed. Our women graduates include
many industrious and useful laborers in the educational field, many con-
scientious and enlightened philanthropists, the writers of graceful verse, of
readable essays, and of short stories that satisfy the expectation of the
average magazine reader. But to convince ourselves that the achievement
of the college woman, with a few exceptions, has not risen above a tolerable
mediocrity, we have only to contrast with it the intellectual "output" of
women in the period preceding the admission of our sex to the advantages
of higher education. What names have we to match with those of Margaret
Fuller and Mrs. Stowe, of George Eliot and George Sand, of Harriet
Martineau and Mrs. Browning? And of our women contemporaries whose
names are the least unworthy to be classed with these, how very few indeed
are a part of the college product ! Does not the suspicion inevitably arise
that our boasted college training has a tendency to check originality and
spontaneity, and to reduce the expression of vigorous personality to the dead
level of the monotonous and commonplace ?
Moreover, this tendency toward the production of a respectable but
somewhat tame mediocrity appears not only in regard to the intellectual
activity that is called out, but to some extent in the kind of character that
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the college lite produces. The individual is apt to lose something of his in-
dividuality. If they are mere excrescences that are lost, the meaningless
eccentricities or youthful conceits that a wholesome contact with his fellows
rubs off, then there is actual gain. But sometimes the change affects what
is really essential to a healthy personality. The life of the student is
absorbed in the life of the mass ; he breathes a special mental atmosphere ; he
learns to think in a given way, to act in a given way. The result is con-
formity to a type. We see the Harvard type, the Princeton type, the
Wellesley type. All excellent, no doubt ; many a man and woman is dis-
dinctly improved by being brought up through the imperceptible influences
of the college environment to a level with the college standard of conduct
and character. Only, once more, there is apt to be some danger of loss of
individuality, of that which makes each of us different from his fellows.
Nature makes no two leaves in the forest alike ; it is we, clumsily striving
to perfect her creation, who are too careful of the type, too careless of the
single life. If there be any substantial ground for even a slight feeling of
dissatisfaction with our college product, we are impelled to ask where the
fault lies, and how we can work for its correction. The subject is a difficult
one, and I only venture to offer a few suggestions, less from any conviction
of their being sufficient than from the hope that some of my readers may find
them useful points of departure from which to think out for themselves a
more satisfactory solution of the problem.
I believe that with our present methods of teaching in colleges there is
too much wholesale work attempted. Something no doubt depends upon
the stage of their scholastic course which the students have reached ; much
depends on the character of the subject taught. But, speaking broadly, I
believe that far more satisfactory results would be reached if the students were
taught in small groups instead of large classes. In a large class the material
before the teacher is necessarily of different grades : either he must speak
" over the heads" of those who are comparatively slow at comprehension, or
he must say the things that are obvious and trite to the best minds under his
charge, thus taking the edge off their intellectual appetite, and, perhaps, in-
ducing that spirit of self-complacency — the most fatal blight that can fall on
any of us — arising from the consciousness that no special effort is needed in
order to apprehend what is being presented. I think it must be admitted
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that the English Universities, in spite of their extreme conservatism, and the
antiquated and cumbrous character of their system, yet turn out a product
in men of distinguished ability that bears a higher proportion to the total
mental ability of their country, than does the product of American colleges
and universities to the ability of this nation. The leaders of thought, of lit-
erature, and of statesmanship are in Great Britain almost always university
men ; but what is the rule there is the exception on this side of the Atlantic.
Something, no doubt, must be allowed for differences in social conditions
and in secondary education ; hut I think that to some extent the result is
due to the greater importance attached to individual training, the instruction
being mainly carried on by tutors who read with pupils singly or in small
Again, is there not in our system of higher education too little recog-
nition of the essential differences in aim and in possibilities of attainment
between the ordinary young man or woman with moderate mental powers,
who wants a good education and the intellectual and social advantages of
college life, but who has no special gift for scholarship in its higher sense, and
the student of more marked ability and higher ambition? Both classes have
a claim on the college, but they have not the same goal in view, and they
need different kinds of discipline and stimulus. By accepting the elective
system most colleges admit the right of the student to choose his own line
of development ; but they do not, perhaps, sufficiently recognize his right to
say how far he means to go, and to have the nature of his college course
But the individual teacher, as well as the system, must accept the re-
sponsibility for any defect in the college product, and perhaps we may
admit that there is too great a tendency on the part of instructors to look with
favor upon the students who are the most docile and receptive. The more
earnest we are, the more do we try to impress ourselves upon those under
our charge. We want them to see truths as we see them, to be in sympathy
with our appreciations, to do their work in our way. But docility is not a
cardinal virtue for the student, however much his possession of it may
lighten the task of his teacher. It is easier to shape a piece of putty than
to train a plant; but the plant is alive and will grow, while the putty is but
dead stuff. There is brought to my mind an interesting article, by Francis
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Galton, on the wild cattle of South Africa. These cattle are so gregarious
that ordinarily none of them will separate himself from the herd even for a
single minute, and if accidentally separated an ox will sutler agonies of dread
till he can regain his fellows. This peculiarity is a great convenience to the
herdsmen, but it makes it very difficult to find an animal with sufficient self-
reliance to be placed at the head of a team. Hence, the men who break them
into harness are constantly on the lookout for such cattle as graze ever so
little apart from, or move ever so little ahead of, the rest of the herd ; these
are at once secured and trained to be " fore oxen," for they are the naturally
born leaders. Has not this difference between the herdsman, well contented
with his close-packed and orderly drove, and the trainer, ever on the alert
for the signs of independence and power of initiative, its analogy within the
sphere of the teacher's activity ?
But, after all, the highest court of appeal to which we can carry the
cause of the development of individuality, is constituted by the individual
himself. Only as each of us is animated by the courage of a legitimate self-
assertion and the strength of a dominating purpose, can the disintegrating
forces, not alone of college life, but of all common life, be withstood. Know
thyself! The old Greek maxim is of eternal worth, just because only as we
know ourselves can we truly know anything else in the universe. Only as
in the light of that knowledge we realize ourselves, can we stand in a right
relation to our fellows. But it is not by the pai*tial and often pitiful re-
sults of our efforts at introspective self-anal j^sis that vital self-knowledge
comes, but rather by the endeavor to keep steadily before us our own
ideal of attainment and character. Nor is such an ideal a mere occasional
will-o'-the-wisp glimmering fitfully through the mist and darkness, but a
clear and growing light, as of the coming dawn, in which our goal shines out
even more plainly, and each step of our path becomes more distinct. I be-
lieve that one reason why so much of our work fails to reach a high pitch of
excellence is that we are in too great haste to reach visible and obvious
results. We want to convince the world — our own little world, at all events
— that we have the ability to do something. Perhaps we want still more to
convince ourselves of it. So we write something for publication, or we paint
a picture, or we start our " original research," not that these things are
needed, or that we are ready to do them, but because we want I'esults to
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show. I do not deprecate ambition, I believe we ought to have more of it,
but we need to let patience have her perfect work. We want courage,
vigor, and self-confidence ; but we want, too, the stern discipline of self-
restraint, and such a high conception of our calling as shall make us loth to
give out anything but the very best of which we are capable.
The high aim set before ourselves, and the firm determination to do and
to be the best that is possible, need not imply any failure to recognize our
own limitations. One cannot turn one's self into a genius by cultivating
eccentricities, or by attempting with small powers the accomplishment of
great tasks. The ass that dressed himself in the lion's skin, only proved that
he was a very great ass. But, though most of us must pass our lives in
doing little things, we need never consent to doing little things badly. If
culture is to have any meaning for us, surely it must include the acquiring
of a wholesome abhorrence of all slovenliness in thought and in work. It is
the true function of culture " unsvon Halben zu Entwohnen." What a solemn
dignity is given to the very limitations of life by the Preacher's injunction,
" Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might ; for there is no
work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave, whither thou
In conclusion, I would recall the inspiring words of New England's
great thinker and teacher : " Insist on yourself, never imitate. That which
each man can do best none but his Maker can teach him." " Do that which
is assigned thee, and thou canst not hope too much or dare to much."
A TIMELY ACT.
There was mischief in the air. The streets had not been deserted for
nothing that gay winter afternoon. The mysterious noises from various
woodsheds and barns were not evidences of merely commonplace industry.
"Yes; I know them boys is up to somethin'," Mrs. Allen observed
across her frozen clothes to a bemufiied neighbor. "And I do' know as I
care. Sam Waine alius was an old skinflint ; but I can't say I'd have
thought he'd a gone off and done a thing like this, with not a word to
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" Serves him right if they do play a trick on him," Miss Downs mum-
bled back through a clothespin. " Gittin' married 'thout lettin' anybody
.so much as know he was waitin' on anybody ! She must be a queer crittur
to have him, anyway."
"I sh'd think so, — are your clothes all friz on? It's hard enough to
get along with a man under any conditions, an' when he's lived by himself
as long as Sam Waine has, a-savin', and a-skinnin', and a-cheatin' the very
contribution box ! I'm glad it ain't one of our Sandham girls anyhow."
Poor Sam Waine. It was a daring thing to brave Sandham " society"
as he had done, inexperienced man that he was. For years he had been the
town miser, a subject for sewing circle gossip and an object for small boys'
jokes. His gloomy square house on the outskirts of the town was not far
enough away to close its doors completely against prying eyes and wagging
tongues. Each little economy, each new piece of "meanness," was discussed
and condemned. The whys and wherefores of the man's action were harder
to get at, but they were not necessary factors for these village judges. So
year by year he had grown more nearly into what they thought him to be;
little by little his heart had hardened and his soul narrowed beneath the
scorn of his neighbors and the taunts of the boys. His face had become
old and wrinkled. His eyes seemed to contract and grow searchingly
brighter as his back became more and more bent.
But now he was married. He had driven her from the station straight
up the main street of the town that morning, leaving behind at the windows
a double row of scandalized faces and staring eyes. The news spread
rapidly. She was a New Bristol girl, — a school-teacher, it was said. Be-
tween pity for her, wonder and anger at Sam, who had so hoodwinked them,
the village gossips had a good time that day.
And the boys — the men of smaller growth — heard their mothers talk,
and put their heads together.
It was after evening meeting that the procession started, — a formidable
array of threatening, black-draped figures, hooded and masked. They car-
ried transparencies such as nothing but a Presidential torchlight campaign
had ever called forth in Sandham before ; skulls and crossbones, dear to the
boyish heart, were conspicuous everywhere. To the music of tin pans, and
horns, and shrill, derisive young voices, they paraded the length of the village
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street, calling a halt only beneath the two tall, gaunt poplars that stood
before Sam Waine's door. The front of the house, seen from the street,
was quite dark.
" What you goin' to do now, fellers?" came a hoarse whisper from the
" O, let's sing that verse,
• ' When I was a bachelor I lived by myself,
And all the bread 'n cheese I got I put upon a shelf.'
Something like that, to the tune of ' John's Brown's Body.' Now, fellers,
blow, and pound, and sing ! "
And they went at it again with variations which only the fiendish
activity of a boy's brain could invent. All was still, and the boys became
wilder and wilder, expecting a snarling voice and bitter words, or perhaps
even more material exhortations to quiet.
But suddenly, as a handful of pebbles rattled against it, the great front
door was quickly opened, and a woman stood before the throng of boys, hold-
ing above her head a lamp whose light threw her into sharp relief against
the dimness of the hall behind. Instantly there was perfect quiet.
"You sneak ! Don't you run ! Stand your ground ! " Will Lamson
commanded in a threatening whisper as some one tried to steal away. So, as
Will's word was likely to be law, the whole group stayed.
" It was jolly of you, boys, to come the first night I was in my new
home," a voice, neither snarling nor bitter, was saying, " and I'm sorry I
can't receive my serenaders more sumptuously. But you must come in any-
way, and overlook deficiencies. Please come just as you are."
"I don't know how it was," Will Lamson said in telling the story after-
ward, "I guess nobody had wits enough about him to think of not going.
So in we went, masks, and spook drapery, and all. She kind of laughed
when we went past. And then there was Sam back of her, smiling away.
He led us into a big, square room, with a table in the middle. There was
mince pie, and apple pie, and doughnuts, and hot coffee, and I don't know
what else. You just wouldn't have known Sam Waine. ' Help yourself,
boys,' he says. ' You better take off your masks, so't you can eat better.'
At first we wouldn't ; but finally we did, 'cause things kept getting more
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thawed out and warmer like every minute. And Sam, — he told stories and
laughed, and smoothed the wrinkles out of his face. She sat over opposite
to him, and laughed, too, in the nicest, jolliest kind of a way.
" Finally, when it was getting pretty late, I had sense enough to get up
to go, and I knew I'd got to say something. All the fellows followed me to
the door, and then I turned round, kind of ashamed like, — only she just
wouldn't let you feel that way.
" Well, Mrs. Waine," I said, "you've treated us white, and we know
it ; and, — and you'll see we do."
" And we fellows have stood by her ever since, and she's stood by us.
Sam's house sort of belongs to the gang, and we go there all the time, when-
ever we want to. And Sam ! well, he's a different man, younger, and all
made over, like. It's just that one woman that's done it all, too. She's a
brick. And my opinion about women is solid in their favor since that
night." P. K.
THE HEART OF NATUEE.
There is a deal of wasted blue
In the smile of the summer sky,
And frequently the white clouds kiss
As thety saunter boldly by.
And swift caresses are the life
Of the winning waves of the sea:
With precedent so natural,
Will my lady turn from me ?
Florence Annette Wing, '92.
SOME OF OUR LIFE GUARDS.
We usually think of Life Guards as a body of brave, perhaps rashly
courageous men, ready at a word from their commander to face privations,
danger, and death for the protection of their country or their sovereign.
Dashing actions, fine physical appearance, and contempt for caution, all seem
to belong to those whom we call Life Guards. Perhaps we also think of the
far less showy, but even more courageous Coast Guards, who pass their solitary
lives watching the sea coasts of many countries, snatching living souls from
death at the hands of angry nature, not man.
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In whatever direction our thoughts turn, it seems necessary to associate
bravery in the face of physical danger with the name Life Guards. Yet if we
look beneath the surface we find guards as wonderful in many ways, sacrificing
self, such as it is, as freely as do those guards more commonly known to us.
Our bodies are vast, complex wholes, colonies of many units, each of
which has a more or less clearly defined part to play in the economy of the
whole. Each cell or unit is a living thing, and must be supplied with all
things necessary to support life. Of these, food and oxygen are chiefly in
demand. Wonderful beyond conception, if we pause to think, is the work
of the brain and other parts of the nervous system ; of but slightly less
significance is the work of the muscles, by which we move. But all these
parts must be nourished, and must have the waste products of their activity
removed, that the necessary changes may more freely take place. They are
like some almost inconceivably delicate living machine that you can imagine.
Constant fuel must be supplied, to be transformed by the chemical action of
the living cell protoplasm into itself. On demand this material is used up,
work is done, the body is moved, a thought comes from the brain, and some
of the store is destroyed, used by this manifestation of life. Also just as from
an engine there is waste in the form of ashes, so in the muscle cell or nerve
cell there is waste after activity ; certain chemical substances are formed that
must be removed, lest they injure these delicate living structures, and hinder
or even forbid their free action.
Here at once arises the question, How does this take place? We know
that in all machines there must be some one to look out for the removal of
ashes if coal is used, and various other waste materials under different
conditions. How does this take place with such delicate structures as these
minute protoplasmic cells ? Their very smallness and delicate nature renders
it necessary to remove all such material immediately, and also to supply food
for repair of waste incurred by activity. The great agent for all this work is
the blood. Of the significance of this liquid, always present in our bodies,
and of the wonderful things that some minute elements in it are doing for us
all the time, we either are quite unaware, or else in the routine and rush of
daily life we never pause to think.
Blood is known to us as a fluid usually inclosed in tubes. If these are
injured it comes forth with the characteristic familiar color. If a small drop
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of blood be examined under a microscope, however, it no longer appears
homogeneous, but as a colorless liquid in which float many solid particles.
Two kinds of these elements are present. Of the one, the pale red or orange
discs which en masse make blood red, we will speak but briefly. These con-
tain a complex chemical substance having a remarkable affinity for oxygen.
During the passage of the blood through the lung this substance eagerly
seizes on the oxygen, the corpuscles becoming saturated with the gas. Then
during the course of circulation through the body these little oxygen-laden
bodies come in contact with other tissues needing oxygen. They then yield
up their load, and the tissue cells store it away in their protoplasm for future
use. This we find to be the function of these elements of the blood, to carry
the life-giving oxygen of the air to the tissues that are far away from the
outside, buried deep, yet needing this essential substance. The very single-
ness of their aim makes them stand out prominently in this large colony of
workers known to us as the body.
But these are not the only elements of the blood. Scattered quite
sparsely among the red cells are the leucocytes, or white corpuscles, only
about one to seven hundred red ones. In appearance they are quite different
from their brethren, — somewhat granular, more or less spherical masses of
protoplasm, lacking color. If we keep the blood warm and carefully watch
these minute particles of living matter, we see them begin to grow irregular
in shape, gradually pushing out some slender projections. By means of
this streaming movement they crawl about from place to place. It seems
almost weird to know that these minute particles in our blood can move
about like independent creatures, making a veritable living army within our
veins ; an army in more ways than one, as we shall see in a moment.
For many years this power of moving about has been known to belong
to these cells, but of late years especial interest has been directed to them
by the researches of a Russian naturalist and pathologist, Metchnikoff by
name. He found that these cells not only pass through the walls of the
blood vessel into outside tissues, but also take up and devour any foreign
substances, nutritious or otherwise, with which they come in contact. If it
is edible, they digest it. If it is not capable of such disposition, they
simply succeed in removing the material from contact with the tissues.
This process is one of true cellular digestion and excretion, the substances
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formed by the activity of these cells being normally discharged into the
blood and lymph. They are consequently shown to have a very important
part in the work of absorption.
MetchnikofPs work extended further than this, however. In a classic
series of most careful experiments he found the following facts : A very
minute water animal is infected by a disease caused by the growth of a
fungus inside the body. The spores of this fungus enter the body with
the food, and being sharp-pointed they readily push through the walls of
the digestive tract in this minute creature. As soon as this takes place
these foreign bodies are surrounded by the cells corresponding to our white
corpuscles, engulfed, and ultimately devoured. By this means the invaders
are removed, and the life of the animal saved if the cells can succeed in
disposing of all the spores. If, however, the increase of the enemy is too
great the animal dies. If saved, it is by means of these agents of defense.
A tine way of making the best of everything, to turn your enemies to
good account by living on them, provided they are not more than can be
eaten practically at one time !
Following these observations by a series of beautiful experiments,
Metchnikoff establishes the fact that the microbes of infectious diseases are
in a similar way devoured and destroyed by the white corpuscles in the
living blood vessels of animals. Phagocytosis was thus established, — a means
of protection for the animal body, in which the white corpuscles, small
and unimportant as they seem, are of paramount significance in both disease
From this point it is but a step to a subject which just now is more
or less distinctly before the mind of all of us; i. e., Bacteriology. The
assignment of the cause of certain diseases to the presence in the body of
minute plant organisms, known familiarly to us as bacteria or microbes,
opened a new field of work. The veil that had enshrouded disease in some
of its worst and most evasive forms was torn away by this brilliant discov-
ery, due largely to the careful work of Pasteur, only recently dead. He
was the great founder of the Germ Theory of Disease. By this discovery
the whole field of antiseptic surgery was thrown open. The horrors of the
hospitals, of war, of surgery, were largely destroyed ; the unfortunate vic-
tims of accidents and disease were saved from weeks of painful, wasting
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suffering. The isolation of the germs of cholera, erysipelas, tuberculosis and
hydrophobia, are but a few of the successes in this field, and the new treat-
ments resulting from this knowledge have benefited the human race to
an almost inconceivable degree. None of the triumphs of science during
this century, many as they are, can exceed this one in wideness of influence
over all mankind.
Having found out the cause of a disease, and knowing that disease can
be prevented, it is but a step to the cause of prevention. How does an
animal protect itself against the attacks of these hosts of minute organisms
that are forever lying in wait in food, in drink, in the very air that we
breathe? What makes an animal immune, as we call it? We must remember
that there are two distinct conditions here. Some lower animals never can
take certain diseases to which, perhaps, man is liable. So man is immune to
some animal diseases, as Texas fever, hay cholera. We call this Natural
Immunity. Again, it is well known that we can become immune. One
attack of measles, chicken pox, or scarlet fever usually serves us as a protec-
tion against a second. There are exceptions, but this is generally true.
We may call this Direct Acquired Immunity ; direct, because caused by the
disease itself; and acquired, because obtained during life. A second form of
acquired immunity is well known to us in Vaccination. Here, by having
one disease, cowpox, we acquire protection against another, smallpox, at
least for a certain number of 3 r ears, usually seven, though sometimes even
for life, and again only for a short time. This is Indirect Acquired Im-
munity. In both cases there must be either an attack of the same disease
or of another to render the system refractive, while in Natural Immunity, for
some reason the system is always proof against attack. In the first case a
process of training, education of what we shall see later, must take place.
No subject has been the center of fiercer strife than this one. For years
a battle royal has been waged by the rival upholders of two schools, both of
which try to explain the phenomena of Immunity. The Humoral Theory is
headed by Pasteur and his school. This says that the liquid part of the
blood possesses the power of destroying hostile germs through means of
some chemical substances, — antitoxines. The second theory takes us to our
old friends, the white corpuscles. By means of phagocytosis, this school
believes that the body protects itself against invasion by these foes. The
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leucocytes destroy, — eat the bacteria bodily as fast as they enter the system.
If the germs increase in number, more leucocytes appear to wage warfare,
and on the success of the fight depends the health or even the life of the
The antitoxine supporters have heaped ridicule upon this theory of
Metchnikoff 's, fairly laughing it to scorn. It is capable of very picturesque
presentation, and to a quick imagination would offer a very vivid picture of
scientific truth. The devotion of leucocytes in sacrificing themselves for the
welfare of the body can be enlarged upon until they seem more like con-
scious entities than minute parts of our blood. Yet this is but one side of
the question. The facts exist despite all ridicule. Both views, no doubt,
can be supported well by facts, conflicting as they seem, and in time they
may be completely harmonized. It is but another instance of seeing one
side of the shield too strongly and forgetting the existence of the other side.
Antitoxic material is made and is present in the blood, but in many animals
phagocytosis is the main defense. Even if the microbes are killed by the
liquids of the blood, their bodies must be disposed of by the leucocytes :
they must, in all sincerity, feed on their enemies. It is a very suggestive
thought that they may, by their cellular digestion, produce the materials
which make the blood liquid antitoxic, — germ killing. If this is true, how
strongly does the case show poetic justice : the bodies of the dead microbes
serve as material for makino- a substance to kill their successors.
No chapter in the history of disease is more romantic than this one of
Phagocytosis. It renders complete the explanation of many phenomena of
disease, and at the same time gives to these small, minute structures of the
body known for years to exist for some obscure purpose, a very important
and definite duty, corresponding to their omnipresence and larger numbers.
Not only in disease, but also in health, are these cells at work. They
are ever present, ever watchful, ever devouring germs and waste matter of
all kinds, carrying it all away from contact with the other tissue cells. The
very defense from disease depends, to a certain extent, on the education of
these cells. Vaccination, immunity of all kinds, means the acquiring of the
means of defense against the enemy, and we have seen the part they play in
this matter. Is there any more triumphant proof of the value of the next
to nothing than is given in this story? These minute structures, present in
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our bodies by the thousand, the very existence of which is unknown to
many of us, are yet all important to our welfare. Thei'e is no tale of fiction
more tragic than this of the many who daily lay down their lives for the
safety of the one. Obscure, unseen, unknown, they carry on their work
like the solitary coastguard, and w r e, in the press and rush of our lives, often
fail even to cast a thought on this mighty, silent multitude.
Edith J. Claypole.
(After reading " Olive Schreiner.")
A child sat weeping by the side of a stream. The wind blew, the sun
shone, the birds sang; the child wept on. By and by the wind died away,
the sun sank behind the hills, and the birds chirped softly and sleepily from
their nests, but the child still wept. In the soft light left by the sun to
comfort men for the glare of the day, one came walking toward the child.
He touched her on the shoulder and said, —
" Why do you weep ? "
And she said: "Because I have lost my book. It told me the way to
the Land of Heroic Deeds. But I have lost it, and I, too, would be a hero."
He smiled wistfully upon her and said, —
" Wait for the great Hero. He will show you the path to Hero Land."
So she waited. The Valley of Ignoble Deeds lay about her. Before
was the mountain, stern, grim, and inaccessible. Yet as she sat waiting she
saw the sun rest lovingly upon its summit, and one rare day she saw a
glimpse of something bright, a golden gate, perchance, at the very top.
But it w T as a mere glimpse; perhaps no gate at all, — only the last rays of
the sun flashing upon the mountain.
And she w r aited on. As she sat there a stranger passed one day, and
seeing her, drew near, and said, —
" Are you ready?"
And she said, " Yes. When does he come?"
"To-morrow, with a large train. Join him at once, for he can wait for
no one, and the gate will shut behind him."
" What gate?" she asked ; but he was gone.
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And still she waited, but a great joy was born in her heart, for to-
morrow she would learn the path to the Land of Heroic Deeds.
The Hero came. He passed through the very heart of the Valley of
Ignoble Deeds, and the people scoffed at him and his train. But the maiden
(for she was no longer a child) drew near and said, —
"O sir;" and then she said no more, for he looked upon her and she
saw his face.
He pointed to the mountain and passed on. And she stepped back into
the very lowest rank of his followers and walked with them. They reached
the stream which separated the valley from the foot of the mountain, and
began to cross. She, too, would follow them, but a little wail at her side
stopped her. She looked down. A child was walking near her, and the
stream was too deep for him.
" I cannot stop," she said ; " I must follow the Hero. Ask some other
to aid you."
But they two were alone, for the Hero and his companions had already
crossed. She started to follow quickly, but the child clung fast to her.
She looked at him in anguish and said : " Do you not see the Hero is disap-
pearing? I cannot stop. I cannot find my way alone. Let me go ! "
But still the child clung with little, little hands to her gown ; and she looked
at him sadly and said : " Come, little one ; we will go together. Perchance
we can overtake the Hero by and by."
She lifted the child in her arms and tried to cany him through the
stream. The waters dashed against her and pulled her down, and she was
glad to go back. She sought for stones, and laid them down in the w T ater,
that the child might walk beside her. They were rough and cruel, and tore
her hands so that the blood dropped upon them. And the child laughed in
glee as the warm, red drops fell down. The water tore them from their
places, and she put them back. Darkness came upon them ere they crossed.
At last they stood upon the other side, beyond the limit of the valley, and
the mountain rose before them, stern, grim, and inaccessible* And the Hero
She cried out in despair ; then looked at the child, and was silent. A
faint ray of light streamed down the mountain side. She thought it was the
path the Hero took, and began the ascent. Quickly and strongly she made
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her way up, eager to reach the train before the gate was shut. A cry ar-
rested her footsteps. She looked back. The child had tried to follow her
and had fallen, because no hand reached out to help. She turned quickly to
the mountain again.
"I cannot stop," she said. Brambles tangled her feet, rocks rolled
down upon her, and her hands were torn and bleeding from grasping nettles
to assist her in the ascent. Sadly she turned back, but the child smiled
through his tears at her. She wiped them away and said, —
" I will not leave you again, little one. Come, let us go together."
And they climbed together. The path of light was gone, and though
the sun shone far above them, the mountain side was dark. The child was
hungry, and cried. She found some berries and gave them to him to eat.
The child was thirsty, and she sought far and wide for water. But the path
was lost. The child was tired, and she cradled him in her arms and sang
him to sleep. Her throat was parched and dry, and the rock was her only
resting place. And the child was merry and ran swiftly before her, and she
followed him ; but her limbs were weary, and blood marked her footsteps.
Still they climbed upward, and the child was a lad. Now he wandered
from the path seeking to kill some wild beast, and he chid her sharply when
she sought him and brought him back. It was long since she had seen the
Hero, and she wondered if it were not all a dream. She thought her life
had been spent on the cold, dark mountain side. Only in her dreams she
saw the Land of Heroic Deeds.
Still she climbed upward with the lad. Now he went before her, and
she climbed alone over the cruel rocks. She was very weary, but he was
young and strong. The mists lay below them, and they were near the top.
At last they stood before a golden gate, and she remembered. She saw
again the vision of her childhood. She remembered the Hero and the Land
of Heroic Deeds, and she longed with an unutterable longing to pass beyond
the gate. As the two stood there, one came behind the gate and looked
through it at them and they at him.
" May we come in?" she asked.
" Only one," he said ; " which is the fittest? Choose."
And she looked down at herself. The white hair hung unkempt beside
her face. Her garments were ragged, her hands stained and bleeding, her
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feet cut and torn. She looked at him who was the child, a rare, radiant be-
ing, and she hung her head. A great and bitter cry rose in her heart, but
she was silent.
" Let him go in," she said, and kissed him. " He is the fittest."
She turned away and he went in. The gate was shut, and she was alone.
But a smile was on her face. And one came to her and took her by the
hand and led her to another gate, an iron one.
And she said, " Where does this lead?"
And he said, " You will not know now, but hereafter the Hero himself
will tell you."
And she was content. But I knew. It was the Land of This World's
Margaret B. Merrill.
OUT OF DOORS.
A sudden streak of red caught my eye from a bare rhododendron bush.
It was Mr. White-winged Grosbeak. The red of his coat had a downy,
blotched look, like the unfinished crimson of a young cardinal bird. So
soft-footed was he that the branch he had quitted was not even shaking.
Silent as fire- lit smoke he slid from twig to twig, with long pauses in be-
tween, as if the wind had fallen. Madame, in dress of sleek gray brown,
was drinking from a rainpool under the neighboring fir trees, and in the
branches above a company of friends were breakfasting. Their voices were
the voices of the complacent and the fat ; a gentle chorus of low, waxy
sounds, sweet as honey, but subdued and far off as if from across the meadow.
There was a sense of mystery out this morning. Not a gold chestnut
leaf that loosed itself from the twig but you heard the soft detachment, and
the rustle of curled brown edges that made place for it on the ground. The
gray sky looked moundy and motionless. There were not even shadows to
give character to the world. It was as if you had caught one sleeping.
Clipp ! clipp ! clipp ! harsh, like a hedge-trimmer's scissors, from the
garden. A brown thrasher? And on that very heart-beat there he stood a
fire-brown streak on the piazza roof. Brave evangelist bird ! with his ragged,
russet long coat half moulted, his lean, worn body tense with nerve and
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vigor. For one fearless moment, noble head uplifted, he looked at me with
his strange, spirit-hungry eyes. I thought I saw the prophet's script under
his iron wing. Then, a streak of brown fire, and the growing dawn empty.
The wind blows lazily, nonchalantly sweet, puffed from the mouth of
some full-lipped wind goddess. From far off the chiding of frogs strikes on
some inner sense of hearing. That wind again ! and with it the whole world
of summer starlight !
M. E. Haskell, '97.
A FEW FABLES.
THE MAN AND THE POET.
A man knocked at a poet's door.
" I am hungry and cold," he said ; " give me something."
" I am very sorry for you," said the poet, " but I cannot do anything
for you now. I am trying to find a rhyme for ' self.' Come again to-
morrow 7 ."
The man came. He looked thinner than before.
" Here is a poem I wrote for you," the poet said. " I wept as I wrote
it. Good-by, brother, and God help you."
" God help my wife and child," said the man, as the door closed.
Just then the wind blew the paper away, and he went home empty-
THE LITTLE YELLOW DOG.
The little yellow dog was dead ; he had been run over by a cart wheel.
The pointer and the hound were sniffing at him from a distance.
" I am sorry I dug up his bones," thought the hound to himself, but he
" 'Tis a pity we didn't let him go with us to the hunt yesterday," said
the pointer, aloud. " But what would my lady greyhound have said?"
" What, indeed?" answered the hound. " Or my lord mastiff?"
" A sad life ! " whined Mistress Greyhound, when she heard of it. " He
used to go around without a collar, and his mother was a butcher's dog.
And such a death ! I shall not enjoy my bone for a week."
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THE MADMEN AND THE KEEPER.
Two madmen were talking together.
" I am Napoleon," said one. " Everybody is afraid when I come."
" I am Merlin," said the other. " I can turn that man into a fly."
Just then their keeper came and led them off.
THE WOMAN AND THE SEA.
A woman sat by the sea, and the laughing light in her eyes was as the
sunlight upon its waves.
"lam very happy," she said softly, " and there is nothing so beautiful
as the sea. It will bring my love to me, I am sure." And it did.
Again she sat by the sea, and a child was by her side. She was still
young and beautiful, and her hair, as the salt breeze lifted it, looked golden
against her black gown. But her gaze as it clung to the waves was despair-
ing, and her lips parted passionately. Her head drooped, and the sound that
came from her throat was sadder than the sobbing of the sea by the rocks.
" The sea gave, and the sea hath taken away," she said.
THE RICH LADY AND THE POOR WIFE.
A poor wife's child died. The rich lady came to her. It was a cold
day, and the children were shivering about the floor, their faces pinched and
blue like the little dead child's.
"It may be better so," said the lady, as she took the poor woman's
band, and on her face there was a smile at her own wisdom and kindness.
" Yes, it is better so," said the woman dully. Her eyes were vacant,
and her hand lay loose in the other's. "There will be more left for the rest.
Frank was the smallest eater, though."
The lady dropped her hand, and giving her a piece of silver, left with-
out further words.
" The poor are beasts," she said to herself when she reached her home.
THE MAN AND THE MIRROR.
A man looked always into a mirror. Those who went that way pointed
at him and nodded silently to each other, then passed on.
By and by he grew tired of the mirror. The light shone on it and hurt
his eyes, so he turned away.
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And now everything seemed strange; things looked hard and cold.
He turned to the right when he would have turned to the left. People
laughed at him for it.
" No one told me it was a mirror." thought the man.
A MAN AND HIS GUESTS.
A man sat by the open fire. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" he cried, and a younger man entered. The two had a
"You are a good fellow," said the first. "What is your name?"
But the other had gone.
The man smoked on and thought a bit until the door opened a little,
letting in a draft of cold air, and a queer old man, closely muffled, entered.
The smoker frowned, for he was out of spirits. ' ' Who is this ? " he said.
The visitor seated himself. He stayed long.
When at last he rose to go, the fire was out and the room had grown
"You are poor company," said the man. " You are not like my first
" I am kin to him," said the old man, showing his face. " Look."
The features were the same as those of the young man, but withered
and like a caricature.
After he had gone, the man started from his armchair and looked into
the mirror over the mantel. Then he dropped back into his chair, stared
at the ashes on the hearth, and groaned.
IN THE CLOISTEE.
Whenever the sky is a certain blue,
Peculiar to skies at sea,
My listless hands let the beads slip through
That they tell on their rosary.
I stretch my arms to the purpling hills,
From the convent's garden-close;
I bend my lips to the limpid rills
Where the fringed reed grass grows.
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I call to the hills, I cry to the brook :
" O hills that the sea behold!
streams so sweet I had half mistook
Your waters for waves of old ! "
But hills loom silent and distance-dim,
And brooks laugh mockingly,
And convent arches, weathered and grim,
Are frowning their frown on me.
1 fold my face in my hood of gray,
I bury my heart within;
I kneel me down on the stones to pray
For the world that is lost in sin.
The Crucifix hangs over my head,
The nuns pace two and two;
In crypts below me the shriven dead
Are waiting the judgment due.
The church is the only truth, I know,
And sea but a symbol of strife, —
But, O for its measureless gleam and glow
And the rush of its tidal life !
The long, sharp sound of grating keel,
The rocks where the nets are dried,
The arms that clasp and the breasts that feel,
Nor laughter nor sob denied, —
The swirl of the sweet winds over my head,
The great wing'd gulls at play, —
The new hope born when the dawn breaks red,
And the toil of a rounded day !
Whenever the sky is a certain blue,
Peculiar to skies at sea,
My listless hands let the beads slip through,
And I long for liberty.
MY LITTLE DICTIONNAIRE.
It is always amusing to run across a bit of English in a French book.
It is usually ungrammatical, and invariably misspelled ; when it is a quota-
tion, it is generally misquoted. The French seem to take a pride in not
knowing English too well, in something the same way that people
like to show unfamiliarity with coarse work and unpleasant places.
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But my little French dictionary's English "locutions" give me more
pleasure than any of Dumas's quotations. Significantly, regrettably, the
" locutions " are mainly sporting expressions. Their pronunciation is con-
scientiously spelled out ; then the use follows, sometimes to one's enlighten-
ment. "All right (aol-ra-itt) ; tout est bien, vous pouvez aller cle l'avant :
all right. At home (att ome) : locution anglaise qui s'emploie substantive-
ment, le at home. Broken down (bro-k'n-daown) ; (biise bas) ; se-dit
d'une boitorie speciale aux chevaux de course." Delightful little Diction-
naire complet illustre de Larousse, what a fondness I have for you ! for
your ugly little cuts, your microscopic, unreadable maps, your encyclopedic
information, and your little inserted bunch of red pages filled with delicious
" locutions latines et etrangeres" !
M. N. S.
A NIGHT OF ARCADIA.
The other evening we happened to be got together in a company of eighteen people, men
and women of the best fashion here, in a garden in the town to walk; when one of the ladies
bethought herself of asking, " Why should we not sup here ? " Immediately the cloth was laid
by the side of a fountain under the trees, and a very elegant supper served; after which another
said, " Come, let us sing," and directly began herself. From singing we insensibly fell to dan-
cing and singing in a round, when somebody mentioned the violins, and a company of them
was ordered. Minuets were begun in the open air, and then came country dances, which held
till four o'clock next morning, at which hour the gayest lady there proposed that such as were
weary should get into their coaches, and the rest should dance before them in the van; and in
this manner we paraded through all the principal streets of the city and waked everybody in it.
— Gray's Letters. To Mrs. Dorothy Gray, from Rheims, June 21, 1737.
Mr. Jeremy Browne, reminded by the dimness of his page that
evening was falling, leaned his head out of the window of his modest lodg-
ing and remembered that it was spring. His last term at Cambridge was not
so far behind that college habits had grown weak upon him ; so the evening
smell was enough to bring Jeremy to his feet with the thought of a stroll in
his mind. But a newer impulse prompted him, too. He bethought himself
of the clothes he had brought from Paris, and had worn but once, half in
pride, half in shame of his own foppishness, and he resolved to make him-
self fine in them before taking his stroll through the streets of Rheims.
Honest Jeremy tied and powdered his wig, shook his gay plush coat and
satin waistcoat, and arrayed himself in them with no little complacency.
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The new French shoes lifted him a full inch further from the ground, and,
greatly sustained in pride thereby, Jeremy drevv up his shoulders, and
sallied forth upon the street with a veritable strut.
His new elegance was rather disturbing to Mr. Browne's orderly way
of thinking ; such a fluttering of mind as had been set up in Paris by the
chatter in the cafes, the gay crowds in the streets, the singing at the opera,
took possession of him again. He eyed furtively the few people he passed ;
and once, when a great lordly coach rolled by him, he boldly smiled his
admiration at an engaging lady who sat within. With such people he,
Jeremy Browne, dressed as a man of fashion should be dressed, might fit-
tingly hold converse. Graceful French phrases floated through his mind,
elegantly turned sentences his tongue had never dared attempt sounded in
his ears. But in the middle of a neat bit of repartee, a violent English
"Confound you, sir!" interrupted, and Jeremy looked up to see that he
had fairly run down a fellow-countryman in his musing.
The stranger was a youthful dandy, far outshining Jeremy in magnifi-
cence, and, remarking some signs of arrogance in him, our friend began a
rather haughty apology. But in this, too, he was interrupted. " Upon my
soul, 'tis Jeremy Browne," said the stranger, taking Jeremy's hand and
shaking it heartily.
" Mr. Sele ! " cried Jeremy, both astonished and gratified.
"And how come you here, Jeremy?" asked Mr. Sele, taking Jeremy's
arm in a friendly fashion. " I never had thought to see you leaving your
cloister to make the grand tour."
"Then I cannot explain it to you," said the little scholar, "save by
telling you that my Uncle Gilbert, who, you remember, died last month,
hath left me the wherewithal."
Mr. Sele did not appear disposed to like his friend the less for the
explanation. Though Jeremy's reputation for scholarly wit and graceful
versifying had served at Cambridge to attach to him Mr. Sele and others of
his fellow-collegians, they had rather scorned him as the penniless son of a
penniless attorney. Naturally Mr. Sele turned to look at Jeremy for out-
ward signs of his new prosperity. "Faith, Jeremy, you cut a fine figure
indeed in this toggery. I'm proud to be seen in the company of such a
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Some ladies, by their appearance persons of distinction, attended by a
single cavalier, passed at that moment, and Mr. Sele saluted them with great
respect, gazing after them when they had passed. "Do I detain you, Mr.
Sele?" asked Jeremy, marking the glance.
"Why, no," answered Sele. "To be sure, some dozen or so of us are
to meet in a garden of the town to-night, to idle away the time, but they
will easily do without me till I come. And hold, Jeremy; I have a notion
of taking you along. O come ; you must and you shall ; 'tis time you made
your bow to the fashionable world, and with a few hints from me I dare
swear you'll conduct yourself admirably."
Jeremy had demurred, fearing, as indeed he had reason, that Sele
might bring him before his noble friends only to make game of him. But
his new finery gave him courage, and he was conscious besides that the wit
for which he was known at Cambridge might well serve him here. So
"Very well, Ned," he said, with dignity; " but first you must describe to
me the nature of the company, and the behavior that will suit it."
"Come on, then," said Sele, marching him about ; " that I'll tell you on
the way. You shall meet, sir, the genteelest people of the neighborhood.
A countess or two, a baron, and a colonel and his lady I may safely promise
you. Then there is Manson of the Guards, who travels with me, and Sir
Bobert Beauchamp, and his sister, Mrs. Ambrose. Now these are all
mighty agreeable, but their entertainments are the dullest things in the
world. You do nothing at their houses but play cards, eat sweetmeats, and
stroll in their gardens when the cards are over. But perhaps this is no news
Jeremy confessed that so far he had spent his time in reading, strolling
about the town, and going to the cathedral for mass, and that he knew the
customs of the province not even by reputation.
" Then," said Sele, "you have less to unlearn, for to-night we meet
only to walk and chat, and I hope we shall be merry and Arcadians. Affect
an easiness of behavior, be light, and elegant, and gallant, and, if you love
me, Jeremy, forget that you know any tongues but the French and the
English ; a bit of Latin will mark you a pedant."
"Not even Horace?" asked Jeremy, doubtfully. "Sure, every one
knows Horace, Ned."
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"Forsake Horace, too," answered his companion. Mr. Sele squeezed
Jeremy's arm to his side and chuckled inwardly, promising himself no little
entertainment from the stiff little scholar when he should attempt lightness
of manner, and make pretty speeches to the ladies.
The garden for which they were bound was one with which Mr. Browne
was already familiar. It was, indeed, an inn garden, carefully planted and
trimmed, and set about with shade trees. A fountain playing in the middle
gave it the air of belonging to a chateau. Jeremy observed certain magnifi-
cent coaches waiting along the outer line of trees ; among them that one he
had noticed earlier in the evening. " Mrs. Ambrose is here," murmured
Mr. Sele, with satisfaction, noting it, too. Jeremy looked at the graceful
groups clustered about the garden seats, strolling between rows of tulip
beds, heard ripples of light laughter, and felt that he was indeed entering
into the fashionable world. He bore his introduction to it bravely, bowed
devotedly to the ladies, coolly to the gentlemen, then added himself to the
outskirts of a group which Mr. Sele had joined, and laughed, contentedly
enough, at other people's jests.
At the centre of the group, beyond the reach of the two Englishmen,
was Mrs. Ambrose, in whom Jeremy recognized the lady of the coach.
She was doubly attractive to Jeremy and to Mr. Sele ; first, because she was
by far the fairest lady of the company, and, secondly, because she was
English, and therefore prepared to receive compliments undisguised by a
strange tongue. Mr. Sele reached her side first, and skillfully disentangled
her from the group. He kept an eye on Jeremy as he did it, for he had not
forgotten his prospective entertainment, and whispered to Mrs. Ambrose to
observe his friend! "I am weary," said he, "of these dull provincial
amusements. Let us be pastoral and rollicking for once, and have a song
or a country dance."
"Excellent !" said the merry English lady. "You shall have both."
"And mind you," said Sele, " that we mix honest Jeremy in the midst
of it. We shall have rare sport from seeing him act the capering swain.
He is a poet, you must know, and the part will touch his fancy."
"Excellent again ! " cried the lady. " But I must first try his mettle."
At this moment it was announced that supper would be served in the
garden. It was a charming idea, and all applauded Mr. Sele, who, it was
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said, had arranged it. Honest Jeremy, who was beginning to feel a little
ill at ease, found to his own surprise that he had somehow seated himself at
the left of Mrs. Ambrose, and that Mr. Sele was glowering at them both,
separated by Jeremy from the object of his attentions.
It had grown so dark that the garden had been lighted by lanterns hung
from the trees. The stars were not out, and whether the sky was yet blue
or black was a matter for question. Mrs. Ambrose looked at it anxiously,
before beginning her attack upon Jeremy.
" Can you tell me, Mr. Browne," quoth she, " whether the night is to
be fair or not? My spirits depend on it, and I confess to you that I shall
not dare be merry till I know."
Jeremy looked doubtfully at the heavens. "As to the weather,
madam," said he, "since your temper is to vary with it, I must say with
the poet, ' scire nefas.' "
" Mind your Latin ! " growled Mr. Sele, at Jeremy's elbow. But the
lady smiled, and seemed to take heart about the weather. So she and Jeremy
were very merry while supper lasted.
As the company rose and strolled once more about the garden, Mrs.
Ambrose, mindful of her promise, began very gayly to hum a French song.
It caught the ear of the strollers, and echoed back from under the rustling
limes. Jeremy did not know the words, but he caught the air and sang on
manfully in support of his fair companion. Nor did she laugh at his effort,
though Mr. Sele sought her eye with a waggish look, to assure her that the
sport had begun.
Certain of the company had begun an irregular dance. " Hold ! " cried
Mrs. Ambrose; " let us have the violins!" "The violins!" echoed Mr.
Sele, and straightway went to order them. He came to Mrs. Ambrose to
announce their arrival, and bowing low, asked for her hand in the dance.
But the lady waved him off with a nourish of her fan, as she had already
waved off a half dozen others. "I have engaged myself," said she, "to
this gentleman. And I assure you," she went on in a lower tone, as
Jeremy took her hand for the dance, "I find him, as you said, vastly
The dance was formed by this time, and Sele found that he must enjoy
the sight of Jeremy's capers by himself. But behold Jeremy walking a
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minuet as correctly as possible, hardly distinguishing himself at all, save as
the attendant of Mrs. Ambrose. And when the minuet gave way to a merry
country dance, Jeremy, still honored with the hand of Mrs. Ambrose, circled
gayly by, laughing with the rest. Thanks to the guiding fingers of his
lovely partner, he gave little sport to poor Sele. That youth hardly felt
that he had a right even to a sneer, so contented himself with muttering dire
imprecations upon Mrs. Ambrose for her caprices, and Jeremy for his good
When the dance broke up, Mrs. Ambrose, laughing and breathless, had
another proposition. " Let us," cried she, " leave those who are weary to
be carried home in their coaches. The rest of us shall make a train of shep-
herds and shepherdesses, and dance before them to the music of the fiddles.
What say you? Will it not be rare sport to frighten the honest burghers
with an heathen merrymaking?"
There was not a dissenting voice, and two or three of the eagerest shep-
herds plucked a handful of flowers to crown the leader of revel. She was
placed at the head of the laughing band, and over the heads of her loyal fol-
lowers she called for Mr. Browne to attend her. Mr. Sele, rebuffed by a
second assurance from Mrs. Ambrose that she found his friend most excel-
lent sport, slunk in the rear, a very sorry shepherd indeed.
Jeremy's head was still full of the gay dance through the city when
he awoke next morning, and as early as he decently could, sought Mr. Sele's
lodgings to express his gratitude for so auspicious an introduction into fash-
ionable society. Shepherdesses, and masques, and revels rioted through the
little scholar's mind.
But Mr. Sele's manservant ushered him doubtfully into a room where
Mr. Sele still lay idly in his dressing-gown. His gracious friend of the
evening before greeted Jeremy with scant courtesy, and on his beginning his
thanks, yawned visibly, and finally cried, " O burn your junketings and your
Dulcineas ! I have a mind to sleep."
" Sir ! " cried honest Jeremy, aghast. He conquered his inclination to
quote an apt and well-known hit from Virgil, and with a magnificent flourish
of his hand begged Mr. Sele's pardon for disturbing him, and bowed himself
out. Sele looked indolently out of the window and watched him emerge
upon the street. Jeremy's head was high, and his bearing haughty in the
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extreme. But it appeared that his thoughts were not upon earthly matters ;
for the bells beginning at that moment to ring for mass, Mr. Browne medi-
tatively took his way in the direction of the cathedral.
It is strange how little the world cares for its sunsets. Even a city
street on a winter day has its phases, the more precious because rare.
As you walk toward the west, you wonder why no one stops to notice
how the projections of doorway and casement are picked out in yellow light,
and how the shadows, creeping slowly up the walls, put out point after
point. The big signs are a blur of gold, and at the end of the street the
outlines of buildings are lost in a luminous haze.
After a moment the street has grown dark, but the windows above you
are aflame ; and here and there over a roof you can see a thread of steam
dissolving in rosy puffs, or a column of smoke taking on the deep purples
of a storm cloud. The zone of sky shut in by the high walls is a darkening
red, against which the corners of the buildings jut out black and grim. The
commonplace figures of the people coming toward you stand out with a new
value against the glowing curtain which closes the street ; and it suddenly
occurs to you that any sunset might be the background for an A.ngelus.
M. E. C, '88.
Very dry and gray he looked, sitting there alone. And old ! as
if he had been old when time was young. Existence had nothing left
for him ; and he was too wise to be moved by the consciousness of the
fact. Occasionally he lifted a skinny hand, and drew it awkwardly, wearily
across his face. As he did this the folds of his loose coat shrunk into a long
groove against his thin sides. From time to time he yawned slowly.
Probably if he thought it worth while to have preferences, he would have
preferred to be spared even this exertion in a world where exertions were
useless. The shadows that the leaves cast about him grew longer ; the
birds began to sing for sundown. But he sat still on the end of his dead
branch like a lifeless thing. A weary philosopher was my tree toad.
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" In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be."
Ned was still a half-crown lad when his father died and left him in charge
of his younger sister Nellie and invalid mother. I say " in charge," for Ned's
mother was one of those gentle, tearful women who must look to a man for
guidance, even though that man be an irresponsible youngster of fifteen.
Ned guided his own affairs in a jolly, harmless fashion for two years, and
then one bright September morning he trotted off to college, armed with an
absurdly large bank account, a genius for making friends, a quick brain, and
an unlimited fondness for merrymaking.
In the middle of his sophomore year Ned came home with a surly look
on his face, some disagreeable papers in his pocket, and a few parting words
from the dean of the college stinging in his ears.
Along in the early spring he caught a severe cold, and one snowy day
he was too weak to leave his room. It was late that evening that his mother
came to him. "Ned," she said, tearfully, "I am nearly crazy about Nellie.
You know she stays out late in the evenings now, and I can't send one of the
servants for her. I don't know where — I am afraid — afraid," she faltered.
Ned's boy face grew stern and manly. He dressed hurriedly and went
out into the storm. Somewhere he found the weak, unguided sister, and
brought her home cowering. He staggered upstairs to his own room, where
his mother was miserably walking the floor. "Mother," he said, catching
her sharply by the arm, "unless you want both your children ruined, never
let Nellie out of your sight again." He stopped and sat down heavily in the
nearest chair. "I am afraid you'll have to get John to help me to bed," he
He never got up again. They thought he must have caught more cold
hunting for Nellie in the storm. Three days afterwards he died.
S. S. E.
When you hear a sound like the turning of a rusty wheel in the tree-
tops, or like two wheels of different keys, you know it at once for squirrel
abusiveness. Follow it up ; you see somebody's nut going off in somebody
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else's mouth, and the defrauded vainly skipping and scolding in pursuit; or
you find an interchange of incivilities over a deeper, less obvious wrong going
on from neighboring boughs.
This morning, however, I could not understand. The clamor was so
persistent, a single voice, and always from the same spot. It could be neither
a nut chase nor a dispute over wife or possessions. Traced to its source, it
proceeded from a gray bunch deeply aggrieved, — tail over back, now down, a
swollen and huddling heap of resentment, — the cause apparently nothing.
A theory of indigestion began to lay hold of my mind, — evil effect of chance
cooky dropped from upper window, — when snap ! up tail, and out head, with
a general air of relief; and from behind me, "Purra-meow !" there, all glib
dlausibility, was that yellow hypocrite of a cat from the paint mill, saying
how lovely I was, and what was I looking at in the tree?
G. R. N.
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THE COLLEGE LIBRARY.
Among the most pressing needs of the College must now be included
that of a new library building.
Our present library shelving is already full, yet we are adding twelve
hundred volumes a year, with no immediate prospect of a suitable location ;
and to keep pace with the constant research and scientific progress in the
departments covered by the college curriculum, three thousand volumes a
year is a very conservative estimate of what should be added.
The seating capacity, and the heating and ventilating arrangements of
the library, were planned for but one half the number of students now work-
ing there. It was never intended that study tables should be placed in our
alcoves and galleries, necessarily blocking access to the shelves, and causing
the reader to be disturbed three or four times an hour by students looking
up books. The library was planned for and can fitly accommodate but fifty
or sixty readers ; yet we have one hundred and fifteen chairs, and often the
steps, and sometimes the floor and window sills, are occupied as well ; and
this pressure exists for seven or eight hours a day. The quiet, uninterrupted
study that must be given to secure the best results in a student's work is ab-
solutely unattainable under such conditions. The constant moving about of
those looking for and putting away books, of others passing in and out of
the library, and the continual shifting of chairs in the crowded alcoves, leave
scarcely a moment when a nervous reader is not rasped and irritated by un-
It was not intended that the library should be ventilated in winter by
opening large windows and sending a cold blast upon the readers, and yet no
other method can now furnish the amount of air needed for brain workers
crowded into our limited space. Nor was it intended that while the cold air
streams upon head and shoulders, one should have to sit so near the hot
registers under the tables. Yet in no other way can students and registers
now find space. Probably three fourths of the exhausting colds from which
we suffer each winter, are due to our inadequate library accommodations.
But even with windows and registers open it is impossible to keep the air
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even fairly pure. The dullest sense must be offended, and the strongest head
must ache, after two or three hours' hard work in the impure atmosphere.
Some of the more delicate students are obliged to avoid courses with
much library reading.
No college can live without a library, and no college can accomplish
half its legitimate work in crowded, ill-ventilated rooms. We have now
about forty-seven thousand volumes, — the largest collection owned by any
woman's college in the country. If space and pure air were provided for
their use, no other gift could do so much to improve the quality of our
students' work, or so assist in their intellectual growth.
With these facts confronting us, it is certainly time for each member of
the College and every alumna to realize the desirability of placing our need
prominently before those who might become interested to found or contribute
toward a new library building. That something definite may be offered for
consideration, the accompanying sketch plan for a college library is submitted
by our librarian, as a suggestion of what may be considered as specially adapted
to our needs.
It is suggested that the building be of yellow brick, with light Cleve-
land sandstone trimmings ; that the inside be finished in the same brick and
sandstone, except that in the reference room tiling be used ; that the stacks
be fireproof, and the rest of the building of slow-burning construction. That
the first floor (or basement) be built high, and furnish several study or stor-
age rooms, an unpacking room, cloak rooms, etc. That the stacks be fin-
ished with white brick, and be of three tiers of seven-foot shelving, the mid-
dle one on a level with the main library floor, and that the walls be about
twenty-five feet high. That the department, or study rooms, be open to the
roof, the walls being sixteen feet high.
The department rooms are expected to shelve about six thousand
volumes each, and to accommodate about thirty readers, and the main refer-
ence room to accommodate seventy-five readers, and shelve eight thousand
volumes. It is supposed that works in science will be located with the
scientific laboratories, and art works in the Farnsworth Art Building. It is
expected that free access to the shelves will be granted in reference and
study rooms, and by application, to the stacks.
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DesiOH fer New Library Eiuildit-id
• Wellesley-College •
riarlwcll . Richardson and Driver
boslon . Mass i
Such a building would shelve nearly two hundred and seventy-five thou-
sand volumes, and would probably cost about $200,000. If necessary, for
immediate needs, the cost could be reduced to $150,000, by omitting the two
study rooms at the rear, and reducing the capacity of the stacks to about
sixty thousand volumes.
[Signed] L. B. Godfrey,
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The tributes to General Walker which poured in from all parts of the
country at the news of his sudden death, sufficiently attest the magnitude of
his loss to the world of American colleges. The Massachusetts Institute
of Technology is one of the few American schools which are held abroad as
the peers of European institutions. Such schools reflect esteem on the
entire educational system of the country, and a cloud upon one of them
overshadows all our colleges. But no one can doubt, after reading the his-
tory of the administration of the Technology since 1880, and recalling the
names of the men who are numbered among its alumni, that in his sixteen
years of service, President Walker secured to the Institute the power to
accomplish its work, even though he should be removed from the leadership.
The man who himself sustains an institution is great ; but he is greatest who
enables an institution to sustain itself.
The announcement of the death of Mr. Crawford will be read with
sincere regret by Wellesley students and alumna?. To not a few of the
officers of the College with whom Mr. Crawford has been associated ever
since the planning of the main building, his death has brought a personal
sorrow. Mr. Crawford worked in College Hall as a finishing carpenter at
the time of its erection. He continued in Mr. Durant's employ, and rose
gradually into the position of responsibility in which the students of this
generation have known him. His accurate and detailed knowledge of the
college business and estate will be missed by both students and faculty, for
whose comfort and convenience he cared so ungrudgingly ; but yet more
sensibly by those officers with whom he shared the responsibility of the
elaborate mechanism of college business administration. Long tried, and
faithful in his friendship for Wellesley, his memory is one to be gratefully
honored by the members of the College.
To any one who comes into the first floor south centre, and looks
through the open doors of the west side into the new students' parlor ; to
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any one who sees the crowd of girls who swarm about this room in the even-
ing after dinner ; to any one sensible of the delight that everybody feels in
having such a room at last ; one thought must occur : What a pleasant thing
it would be for the students, and what a finishing touch to the centre, if two
other classes would convert the east side also into open parlors.
Apropos to a December editorial on Student Self-government Associa-
tions in Women's Colleges, we quote a Smith girl's answers to certain
questions: "The principle of President Seelye is this: The girls should
not be governed by laws, but by ideals of honor. It is taken for granted
that students who come to Smith have high ideals of honor, and he con-
siders it better to remove those who do not than to make all suffer for
"In the daytime the girls do not have to have permission to go out of
town or to attend the theatre, if they do not cut recitations. If they cut a
recitation they must have an excuse from the registrar. If they go out of
town or to the theatre in the evening, they must ask permission of the house
matron and must have a chaperone. Girls not living on the campus do not
need to have permissions if they do not cut recitations.
"It is understood that the girls shall not go down town after dark ; if
they do so, and are met by one of the Faculty, they will not be recognized.
" Thei'e are no restrictions on Sunday traveling.
"I think there are no written rules except those for the houses, such as
not to stick pins in the wall, etc. Each house on the campus has a house
president, vice president, and treasurer, chosen from the girls ; also an
entertainment committee." [Smith girls do not change residence during
their college course, as Wellesley girls do ; but each chooses her home her
first year, and remains there throughout the four years.] "In these houses
the lights must be out at ten. If a girl is reported for burning her light
five times in a week after ten, she must leave the campus."
From Vassar we quote the following fragmentary and concise
account : —
"Travel on Sunday. Nine tenths came back Sunday night after
Thanksgiving. Nothing especial done. No rule about it.
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*' Theatre. — Go to Mrs. K., and say going with chaperone. Sometimes
only nominal chaperone. Amy went once without asking permission.*
Nothing came of it.
"Tell Mrs. K., going away. If miss recitation get excuse. Always,
except for long vacations, get permission, — all, seniors, freshmen, etc.
Depends on girl's standing. Almost always allowed. For cuts from chapel,
Both these notes corroborate our statement of last month to the effect
that the Wellesley system of " cuts" is peculiarly liberal. The authorities
at Smith and Vassar undertake to decide for the students whether they shall
cut or not. Here we are allowed to get our own experience as to how much
we can afford to cut, and though we make mistakes, we learn more through
our own mistakes than we could learn through other people's wisdom.
There seems to be a confidence and frankness in the students' attitude
toward theatre permissions which we have not yet reached. Here a stu-
dent goes for a theatre permission with a distinct sense that she may not get
it, — that this is something on a very peculiar footing ; that there is some un-
stated, but very small, number of times beyond which she is not expected
to indulge her taste for theatre and the opera ; that some one entirely out
of sympathy with her way of learning, and of seeing things, may have the
decision as to what she may attend, and how often ; that it is possible
that this judge may actually know less about theatre and opera than she her-
self; that if she believes in obeying miles, she is quite at the mercy of this
permission-giver ; that if she does not obey rules, she may get pretty
much what she wants in the way of theatre or opera without great risk of
detection ; that some students have, by simply taking the matter into their
own hands, had treble the number of theatre excursions that were allowed to
others ; that the disobedient had the pleasure and the education of many good
things, while the obedient spent corresponding evenings of wrath and bitter-
* [Editor's Note. Amy is a student both prominent and conscientious. ]
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ness of mind over an attitude she could not understand, and with which she
could not sympathize. We go, in short, with a sense that we may he met
by what seems to the educated world in general, unreasonableness ; as, for
instance, last spring, when permissions to see Bernhardt in " Camille " were
refused, and students were forbidden to see Duse until, after she had played
some time, we were at length given permission. Apparently the college
officials had either become better informed about her, or had been reached
by the general sense of the unfitness of the refusal, which was at large.
With regard to an artist like Bernhardt, who is seen by so many people
of unimpeachable standing, it seems to us a matter for personal choice
whether or not one will refuse to see her because of her private character.
Some of the college authorities may disapprove of her being seen ; but
there is a world of equally enlightened men and women, including some
of the other college authorities, who would approve ; so that the question
is one less of right and wrong, than of individual opinion. And those
students who wanted to see her might have been given the benefit of the
uncertainty. To eschew the theatre one's self is well enough, but to foiTe
other people to eschew it, and to constitute one person sole judge of what
shall be temperate indulgence for other people, is inconsistent with the
spirit of this College.
Wellesley girls are not apt to overdo theatre-going. We are kept too
hard at work for that. Few girls would be unable to tell when the indul-
gence began to interfere with business, and surely it is better to follow Presi-
dent Seelye's principle and remove those few, rather than to make all suffer
for their sakes. What we want is a more generous attitude toward indi-
vidual student opinion in the matter of theatre permissions. How can our
wisdom increase unless we are trusted to use it?
The Free Press is still open to answers to the questions on the expense
of a course at Wellesley. We are glad to print five articles on the subject
this month, and we hope for more before the next issue.
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I have read with interest the recent articles upon the expense of living
at Wellesley. Complying with the Magazine's request for more articles, I
will gladly contribute mine, with the hope that it may be of use to any one
contemplating a college course at my Alma Mater. The following is a
correct average of my expenses for each year : —
Railroad fare from home to College and return $68.00
Vacation and pleasure trips ......... 18.00
Paper, stamps, etc 3.00
Room furnishings 5.00
Necessary sundries 14.00
Unnecessary sundries 14.00
Tuition and board 350.00
Vacation board 6.00
This is to answer the question, "Can a girl go through college with five
hundred dollars a year?" From the above total it would not seem so, but
I am sure it is possible. Deduct from this average the railroad fare, pleasure
trips, vacation board, unnecessary sundries, clothes, and music, and the re-
mainder will be $392 ; add to this the extra $50 for tuition now, and it
becomes $442. This leaves a margin of $58 for railroad fare, etc. If $500
were to be allowed me now to return to college for a year I know that it
would be sufficient, although I did spend more when there.
Adelaide Smith, '93.
The following is a statement of the amount of money that was mine
during my junior and senior years, — the only years I spent at Wellesley.
JUNIOR TEAK, '90-91.
Total amount of cash spent $501.00
Board from December 17 to January 6 paid for by library work.
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The items included in the expenditures were : —
Railroad fares, local, and to and from Chicago.
Books, stationery, and other working materials.
Laundry, in part.
Some dressmaking and repairs.
Some furnishings for room.
Donations, and presents, and dues.
Other unclassified items.
SENIOR YEAE, '91-92.
Total amount of cash spent $490.24
Board from December 17 to January 6, and from March 31 to April 4, paid
for by work in the library 21.65
My expenses for this year were distributed over about the same items,
in general, as during the previous year. I can say that I had about all the
necessaries, many comforts, and not a few luxuries of college life during my
sojourn at Wellesley. I economized in several directions, for example, by
doing my washing in part, and buying secondhand books, or renting them.
I was forced to spend extra time in study, because of my brief stay at
Wellesley, so I had to forego much of the social life, and consequently did
not have so much expense in this phase of college life as other less confined
students. Gifts of money received at birthday anniversaries, Christmas
time, and on other occasions, as well as money earned by myself, contrib-
uted toward my expenditures.
I enjoyed taking the Wellesley Prelude, and keeping in touch with the
general interests at the College, though at times I felt deprived of some
social advantages. If this extended account encourages one srii'l, at the
least, to enter Wellesley, I shall feel that my effort to answer the Free Press
inquiry concerning expenses at Wellesley is not in vain. P.
If it is not too late for another account of college expenses, I would
like to give ray experiences. I lived near enough college to go home fre-
quently, and my traveling expenses are included in all estimates ; but it is
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also true that I had my washing done at home. For my freshman year I
cannot give statistics, but make a most generous estimate in giving my ex-
penses as $50.00. My sophomore year, the only one in which I kept full
accounts, I spent $29.40 as follows : —
Dues, etc 3.43
Junior year I spent about $50.00, and senior year about $60.00 (by
account $39.17 from September to the middle of March). It is true that I
did not buy all the books I wanted, could not subscribe large amounts to
anything, went without " Legendas" and Glee Club tickets, and was generally
economical ; but I bought a cap and gown, took many laboratory courses,
belonged for two years to what is considered, I believe, one of the most ex-
pensive of the " six mutually exclusive societies," and was not " out of
things " at all. My opinion is that a girl can go through college on less than
five hundred a year, but that she never will succeed in doing it unless she
has to. If she be economical, a hundred for general expenses is a moder-
ately liberal allowance.
An Economical '95.
For the further benefit of our new Royal Society for the Investigation
of Financial Statistics, I send the following classified selections from my
account book for the last three years : —
Freshman. SopUomore. Junior.
Books $20.44 $24.71 $14.39
Stationery 5.52 6.73 5.05
Stamps 2.29 3.84 3.43
Laundry 4.67 3.40 6.20
Traveling expenses 3.54 17.15 12.27
Dues and subscriptions for class (including \
boat), Christian Ass'n, concert fund, Col- > 6.67 14.35 8.37
lege Settlement, etc. )
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Eatables, and table celebrations
My " miscellaneous" includes not only such items as matches and term
bills, but also flowers, Glee Club concert tickets, class pin, Tree Day cos-
tumes and photographs, Legendas, and programmes and tickets for several
guests each Float. With a single exception I have bought all my books,
and all but a few of them at first hand. My room furnishings were paid for
with birthday money, given for the purpose. The omission of this item
brings my sophomore expenses within the hundred dollar limit. My greatest
saving is in the laundry bill, for I have always washed the smaller pieces
myself, and taken many of the others home. I am certain a girl can go
through college on a hundred dollars a year, and not feel left out of the good
times, provided she is careful. '97.
May I add my word of experience to those already given concerning
college expenses? The following table has been carefully worked out from
a set of account books, whose balancing was a monthly source of perplexity
to me while in college; but which now prove a great satisfaction, because
of the aid, however small, which they may give : —
Books (necessary) .
Freshman. Sophomore. Junior. Senior.
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This table shows an extravagance in the item of necessary books, as all
suggested were bought, and these all new. The laundry item is missing in
the freshman list, as my laundry work was done at home ; and my room
expenses were small, as most of the fittings were given me.
Let me say that I thoroughly enjoyed my college course, entered into
all the good times that my work would allow, and had many little " spreads "
with my personal friends. E. W., '96.
Our restriction u gainst Sunday traveling has a mixed basis of hy-
giene, convention, and religious observance. Some one has added to these
the maintenance of quiet, but not with entire reason, for Monday is the quiet-
est day of all, and yet our especial traveling time. The conventional rea-
son is the sensitiveness of the Boston world to respectability traveling by
steam on Sunday ; the religious reason, that it is wrong to travel on Sunday ;
the hygiene, the benefit to the girls of one day when inability to go away
tempts them into resting. As to the first, some of us venture to think that
a part of the Boston world is here taken into account to the exclusion of a
differently minded part, probably as large and as select as those who are sen-
sitive to Sunday travel between a city and its suburbs. Smith and Vassar,
too, have, in spite of Sunday traveling, attained a much greater reputation
for conventionality than Wellesley. The second reason rests on a strict
interpretation of the fourth commandment. Now, those who do thus inter-
pret that commandment, and feel bound to obey it, need no law against Sun-
day traveling ; they are a law unto themselves. But there are others who
accept no authority in the ten commandments beyond the point where they
can see the usefulness of the commandments in securing the general welfare.
The commandment, as a commandment merely, has for them no binding
force. They obey the college law as such ; but they obey it grudgingly, in
the spirit of disobedience. This religious observance, made at the dictation
of other people, without an accompanying observance in spirit, is a very
irreligious matter, and what benefit those concerned for our spiritual welfare
expect us to receive from it is not clear.
Many of those who confess no religious obligation to obey the command-
ments, however, feel the hygienic value of one day of rest in seven. The
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question of the law, then, becomes this : is it best for a college to force the
individual student to do the strictly hygienic thing? Sunday traveling is
not parallel with making a noise after ten. Disturbances after ten may break
into the eight or nine hours of sleep which one's neighbors need. The Sun-
day travel of a student would not break the Sabbath calm even of her room-
mate, any more than would a call from friends across the corridor. This
restriction becomes one, not for the general, but for the individual welfare,
in very much the same fashion that a law against fudge making on Sunday
would be. On the whole, we think Sunday fudge has a more deadly and
general effect than Sunday travel would have. Yet who would forbid it if
the students choose to make it? The liberty to choose between right and
wrong, expediency and inexpediency, is more valuable where such liberty to
the individual does not endanger community welfare, than the strictest ad-
herence to virtue simply because we are not allowed to do wrong.
A Puritan Bohemia, by Margaret Sherwood. New York : the Mac-
The readers of the " Experiment in Altruism" have hailed Miss Sher-
wood's new book with delight, and read it with no less. The story is in
many ways the match piece of the "Experiment." It lies, speaking
roughly, along the same lines, with yet the points of contrast of the match
piece. There is the same Boston setting, the same prevailing thought of
social reform, — or rather thought about thought of social reform, — the same
epigrammatic zest of style, the same atmosphere of purity and mental well-
being. On the other hand, it is the sunshine scene of the pair; where the
"Experiment in Altruism" leaves us in the shadow of a great grief, "A
Puritan Bohemia" ends with happiness and success. The theme is not a new
one, — a woman's choice between love and art; but the development is new,
namely, the woman's choosing art, to the great satisfaction of the reader.
There is, however, a haunting suspicion that it was not a fair case. Would
the reader have applauded Anne's artist celibacy so readily if the book had
not been, as Thackeray calls " Vanity Fair," a novel without a hero — with
only a nice boy? In the unity given by fewer characters the later book
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has a distinct advantage over the first somewhat overcrowded canvas. But
in strength of the story itself, it seems to us to fall something short of the
earlier one. It is a thing to be handled, perhaps, less seriously, because it
is the story of a less genuine thing. It is not a story of love, but of a young
woman who was half in love and thought she was not, and a young man who was
not at all in love and thought he was. The question whether a woman may
find her life most fully in art rather than in love is, on the whole, skillfully
evaded. Whatever one's opinion on this point may be, however, the book
is certainly delightful reading, as anything must be coming from a writer
incapable of a dull or a trite line.
A Puritan's Wife, by Max Pemberton. New York: Dodd, Mead &
In " A Puritan's Wife," Mr. Max Pemberton has attempted to rewrite
a book no less widely read than " Lorna Doone." For the sake of appear-
ances, the time of action is put back in the first years after Cromwell's
Protectorate, the names of the characters are changed, and the structure of
the plot is altered somewhat. For instance, Marjory, who is the heroine
Lorna, dressed out in seventeenth century attire, has found protection in
her youth not among an aristocracy of thieves, but with an excellent Eng-
lish gentleman of the County of Huntington, whose politics, "that had
ever a leaning, though not so much as to risk anything thereby, to the cause
of the Lord Protector," enabled him to offer a safe harbor to neighbors
who had fallen upon misfortune through want of such prudence as his. Mar-
jory, of course, is of noble loyalist family, and, like her prototype, regains
station and wealth at the hands of a sovereign who cannot bear to have a
pretty damsel go in want. Her ladyship also follows the prescribed meth-
ods of dealing with the thick-headed, big-boned lover, who from bucolic
John Ridd is become the exiled Roundhead, Hugh Peters. The Doones, the
early guardians of Lorna, do not appear in this revision in any guise. The
life of the Lady Marjory has none but a historical interest before the time
when, in her twenty-fifth year, she becomes the heroine of romance. The
elder Peters, the prudent country squire who gives her shelter in her youth,
is, with the guardian Doones, felt to be a needless accessory to the career of
a heroine who has attained her legal majority, and he is, in consequence, very
properly disposed of with an obituary of two sentences. This judicious
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editing makes the book shorter by about two thirds, and leaves a fragment
that is really quite as symmetrical as the original whole. The excision of
the Doones is, all in all, highly commendable.
Some minor characters there are, of course, in "A Puritan's Wife,"
whose business it is to help the hero along in his adventures ; and to en-
able him at last to get the better of the villain. Hugh Peters, who is John
Ridd, tells the story of his successes in the first person, and, like his model,
an eno-aging; British bashfulness in the manner of the telling does not con-
ceal from the reader that he is the principal personage of the book. His
stupidity is colossal, his courage of the stolid, slow-witted, bull-dog order,
and his exploits are so remarkably improbable, that the ingress of heavy
John into the Doone Valley by the device of climbing a waterfall sinks
into ordinary credibility in comparison. The seventeenth century hero suf-
fers a further loss of dignity by being opposed to a man of much cleverness
and charm, a courtier and an altogether pleasant acquaintance, save for his
little failing of treacherous intentions toward his rival ; a polished, nimble-
witted, ready-handed gentleman, who, in his capacity of villain, unfortu-
nately defeats the hero at sword play. Who but the conventional, worthy
Briton, when already laboring under the unromantic disadvantage of appear-
ing to his readers as "Hugh Peters," would have taken pains to record of
himself such a little fiasco as that sword prick?
Sentence for sentence, "A Puritan's Wife" is better written than
" Lorna Doone," and nothing more can be said of it. It is less long-
winded than Mr. Blackmore's book ; but, on the other hand, it wants the
quaintness, the provincial naivete, and the frankly owned desire to tell a
love story that have endeared "Lorna Doone" to the popular heart.
The Land o' the Leal, by David Lyall. New York : Dodd, Mead &
"The Land o' the Leal" is, as may readily be guessed from its title,
another production of what has been dubbed " The kale-yard school." It is
a collection of short stories which have to do, nominally, at least, with Scotch
places and people. The tales are sparsely besprinkled with Scotch phrases,
and one of them recites the change of heart of a wicked lord, which plainly
fixes their scene in an aristocratic country ; but beyond these slight auxili-
aries, the book relies for local character and color upon geographical allu-
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sions alone. Add to this that the writer had not one single story to tell, in
the first place, and has evidently chosen fourteen assorted morals and then
compiled a plot to illustrate each, and the result is the only possible one, —
a book that is a hopeless bore.
King Noanett, by F. J. Stimson (J. S. of Dale). Boston, New York,
and London : Lamson, Wolffe & Co., 1896.
" King Noanett," by Mr. F. J. Stimson, is a story of the adventures of
two Englishmen in the American colonies of Virginia and Massachusetts
Bay, toward the end of the seventeenth century. The two, Miles Courtenay
and a friend, go into the wilderness in search of an English girl who is be-
lieved to have been stolen by the Indians. Both men are avowedly devoted
to a lost mistress, although neither knows that the other's ladylove is his
own. They travel through the settlements in search of her, and the history
of their wanderings, gives Mr. Stimson an opportunity to introduce scenes
and incidents of American colonial life, upon which he is an authoi'ity.
The denouement of the story is suddenly brought about, and its manner
is so unexpected as to ai'ouse in the reader almost a suspicion of careless con-
struction. The lady is rescued, and owns her love for Courtenay's friend ;
Courtenay dies within the hour, pierced by an Indian arrow ; and the mys-
terious Indian chief who has made the adventurers so much trouble is cap-
tured, and found to be no other than the lady's own father, who had taken
refuge with the savages to escape the vengence of the restored Stuarts, and
who had spirited his daughter away in order to have her with him.
Barring this abruptness in the climax, however, the narrative runs along
easily, and its interest is evenly maintained. In spite of the dangers which
on every side beset the telling of a story of love and venture in the manner
of the early seventeenth century, and with the accessories of early colonial
setting and incident, Mr. Stimson has made of ' ' King Noanett " a very
What All the World's A- Seeking, by Ralph Waldo Trine. Boston :
G. H. Ellis, 1896. Price, $1.25.
Students Series of English Classics, Oarlyle's Essay on Burns, and
Eryden's Palamon and Arcite. Boston, New York, and Chicago : Leach,
Shewell & Sanborn, 1896. Price, each, 35 cents.
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Heath's Pedagogical Library. Studies in Historical Method, by Mary
Sheldon Barnes, Assistant Professor of Modern History at the Leland Stan-
ford, Junior, University. Boston : D. C. Heath & Co., 1896. Price, 90 cents.
Heath's Pedagogical Library. English in American Universities, by
Professors in the English Departments of Twenty Representative Institu-
tions ; edited, with an Introduction, by William Morton Payne. Boston :
D. C. Heath & Co., 1895. Price, $1.00.
First Greek Book, by John Williams White, Ph.D., Professor ot
Greek in Harvard University. Boston and London: Ginn & Co., 1896.
International Law: A Simple Statement of its Principles, by Herbert
Wolcott Bowen. New York and London : G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1896.
Handbook of Courses Open to Women in British, Continental, and
Canadian Universities. New York : The Macmillan Company, 1896.
Price, fifty cents.
King Noanett, by F. J. Stimson (J. S. of Dale). Boston, New York,
and London : Lamson, Wolffe & Co., 1896.
A Puritan's Wife, by Max Pemberton, author of "The Little Hugue-
not," etc. New York: Dodd, Mead & Co., 1896. Price, $1.25.
Echoes from the Mountain, by C. E. D. Phelps. New York and
London : G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1896. Price, $1.00.
The Land o' the Leal, by David Lyall. New York: Dodd, Mead &
Co., 1896. Price, $1.00.
The exchanges come to us in vacation. As they lie on the library
table beside the larger magazines, the exchanges of "the outside world," we
find in one, as in the other set, a predominance of the Christian theme and
spirit. This is one of the possessions which we hold in common with the
rest of the world.
The Nassau Magazine has a pleasant little story called "Christmas
Eve," good not for its originality, but because genuine self-sacrifice for
another, even in the case of a hungry child and hot rolls, has always the
lustre of Sir Philip Sidney's chivalry.
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It seems hardly necessary for us to point out again to the Nassau, or
to any other magazine, our standpoint regarding alumnse contributions.
Because ours is the college, not the undergraduate publication, we welcome
articles from the older Wellesley girls. If the alumnse are a part of the
College, as we trust and believe they are, then it is most fitting that their
names appear in the Magazine.
"The Song of Boreas," in the Nassau, has good spirit and swing.
Here are a few stanzas : —
THE SONG OF BOREAS.
When the seagull cries in the Northland skies
And startles the slumbering ocean,
I awake from dreams of the Northern Light
To ravage the waters by day and by night,
Winging my way with a tireless flight
And a dauntless, merciless motion.
Wherever I go —
A right royal ruler am I;
I laugh and sing
While the ice-floes ring
And the billows acknowledge their lawful king,
The King of the Northland Sky.
When the skies, cloud-begowned, re-echo the sound
Of the thundering petrel's cry,
And the waves are marshalled in battle array,
In corselets of foam and helmets of spray;
Then woe to the sailor who chances my way,
For the hour of battle is nigh.
My valiant train
Is the sailor's hope to defy;
And ready at hand,
By the Arctic strand,
Is the towering iceberg, guarding the land
Of the King of the Northland Sky.
The Amlierst Lit. has forgotten about the Christmas season, or at any
rate pays the subject no attention. The first article is an excellent piece of
musical verse by A. C. Henderson, which we give in full : —
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Down the cathedral aisles there rushed a sound
Like the foreboding of some long-imagined woe, —
The solemn breathing of the organ's full-voiced bass,
A seashore whisper gently soft and low.
It seemed to roll thro' every vacant space
And fill the air with some mysterious dread;
O'er stall and choir, o'er tomb and sepulchre
Its quivering tide flowed on o'er quick and dead.
Then from the clouded background of mere sound
There stole a note of music sweet and clear;
Like touch of cool hand on a fevered brow,
It brought a sense of some loved presence near,
As though some radiant angel pure and strong
Had heard the organ throb, and downward flew
To tune its mighty note to his clear voice,
And bring it into concord sweet and true.
The slender strain flowed onward like a stream
Fretting its banks and curling 'round the stones;
Growing in volume as it gathered strength,
Still louder, freer rang its swelling tones.
Upward it surged, and ever upward rose
As to ideals it could ne'er attain,
Then paused; then softly, slowly did subside,
And the hushed organ was at rest again.
— The Amherst Lit.
The other most seriously interesting thing in this number is called
"The Amherst Sj^irit of Complaint." It is something to set to thinking
several people outside of Amherst. This is one suggestive paragraph : —
Something is radically wrong when education is so misconceived, or rather unconceived,
that it is considered not a process of personal acquisition, a slow growth in self-poise and self-
power, to be gained at any price, but a mechanically adjusted and arbitrarily governed system,
to be rejected at will, of learning facts by rote. A college gives an opportunity for education.
The utilization of that opportunity depends on the student. A course of study means that the
college will, to the best of its ability, back the student selecting that course, and that it will
give him the benefit of the learning and experience of an expert in that line; provided, always,
that the student wants help and advice. It is not here assumed that Amherst College is perfect
in its appointments. Few colleges do not suffer from the misjudgments of those who are or
have been in power. It is, nevertheless, asserted that Amherst offers excellent educational
opportunities in many lines, that a majority of her professors are men of learning, and a few
of them men of wide sympathy, and that it is indefensible for a student to criticise unfavorably
opportunities of value which have come to him gratuitously.
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In the Vassar Miscellany we notice an interesting story with an
hypnotic theme, "A Christmas Mystery." "The Story of Christine," savors
rather too much of the high romantic. It is not quite natural, either in
theme or narration. "The Choice of Death" has a strong subject, and is
more than fairly well done.
The Polytechnic seems hardly up to a fair standard this month. " A
Strange Christmas Gift" and " The Priest of Osiris" are both painful and
impossible in subject, and have no art of treatment to justify their publica-
tion. " The Confessions of a Pilgrim" is better, and " Paracelsus" is inter-
esting. Several other things are only slightly funny, and do not raise the
tone of the magazine. Let the Polytechnic not try to be flippant.
We are glad to hear from the Round Table of the forthcoming Greek
play to be given at Beloit.
The Smith Monthly is a particularly good number. The critique on
" Sir George Tressady " is discriminating and forcible. " The Independent
in Politics " is seriously good. This is the last paragraph, which sums up
the position of the writer : —
We have seen that the Independent movement accomplishes a good more negative than
positive; that its most highly organized and ambitious form can only accomplish half its pur-
pose, and that it has the disadvantages of a reform imposed from without; while the work of
the internal reformers is slow, but thorough and permanent, — such that when accomplished it
will be a complete regeneration of party life. Then let us hope that every man who has the
improvement of American politics sincerely at heart, will stay faithfully by his chosen party,
whichever that may be.
" A Castle in the Air" is a beautiful bit of work, with the genuine ring
In the Mount Holyohe we notice a well-told modern story, " Orpheus
and Eurydice, revised version," and a well-told mediaeval story, "The Bells
of Yss." The leading article, on "The Vein of Mystery in Literature," is
interesting, but, as such a large subject, would be more effective if further
The Brown Magazine contains a thoughtful sketch of Emily Dickinson's
work and style.
The Christmas number of the Yale Courant comes out in a charming
booklet form. It gives a light and merry " Saint Nicholas — His Roundelay,"
and a good little story of " Chivalry."
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The Yale Lit. has a reflective article on "The Secret Places," ve im-
penetrating and thoughtful. " Dobson and a Clown" is cleverly put.
We add this verse, which we think has caught the spirit of its fore-
runners and original.
THE FKIAB AND ROBIN HOOD.
" Barefoot friar in cowl and gown,
Wandering, wandering, town to town,
Frozen in winter, — parched with heat,
Sackcloth clothing, — little to eat.
For lusty youth in the spring of life
Temptations there always be
Of wine and women, song and strife,
But what hath tempted thee?
The warmest fire and the softest bed,
And a jug of nut-brown ale,
To thee give I, an thou prophesy
Wherein thou wilt soonest fail."
"Sherwood ranger, clad in green,
Bow and quiver on thy back,
Satan's wiles, like a maiden's smiles,
Are never the same, alack.
But chiefest of all the wicked snares
He setteth for men like me
Is greedy avarice. Gold I love,
For gold I seldom see.
The Abbot's purse is large and fat,
The Friar's is lean and emptied;
And merely to share thy guerdon fair
I'll tell thee how I am tempted.
Within the greenwood's broad demesne
I'd bury the Abbot's purse I hold,
And swear that here bold Kobin's train
Did beat and rob me of the gold."
Robin notched an arrow fair,
Light it sat upon the string:
" Friar, an angel unaware
Saved thee from a sinful thing;
For Robin Hood, within this wood,
Now beats thee, takes thy purse away;
But since thou prophesiest true,
Come dine with me to-day."
— Tale Lit.
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Saturday, January 16. — Professor Coman.
Sunday, January 17. — Rev. Win. E. Barton.
Sunday, January 24. — Rev. H. M. King.
Monday, January 25. — Concert.
Thursday, January 28. — Rev. Charles Cuthbert Hall.
Sunday, January 31. — Rev. Charles Cuthbert Hall.
The Classical Society held its monthly programme meeting November 21.
The subject was Sophocles : —
I. Archaeological News.
II. Abstract of the Minor Dramas.
b. I. Life and Personality of Sophocles . Ethelyn Price.
II. Comparison of yEschylus and Sopho-
cles ...... Annie C. Barnard.
III. Selection from CEdipus Colonne Edith Ames.
(lines 1,450 through the play) . | Isabel Thyng.
i Marcia Smith.
The regular meeting of the Shakespeare Society was held December 12.
The programme was as follows : —
I. Shakespeare News Mary Spink.
II. Dramatic Representation, Richard III.,
Act II., Scene 2.
Duchess of York .... Gertrude Bushmore.
Queen Elizabeth .... Maude Alney.
Son of Clarence .... Louise Orton.
Daughter of Clarence . . . Florence Bennett.
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III. Dramatic Representation, Henry
Part II., Act II., Scene 4.
Duke of Gloucester ....
Duchess of Gloucester
/Sir John Stanley ....
Sheriff, Officer, Servant.
V. Dramatic Representation, Antony and
Cleopatra, Act III., Scene 2.
V. Dramatic Representation, Henry IV.,
Part II., Act II., Scene 2.
Prince Hal .....
Miss Blake, '94, Miss Wellman, '95, and Miss Adams, '96, were present
at the meeting.
The Phi Sigma Society held a regular meeting December 12, with the
following programme : —
Life and Times of iEschylus . . . Helen Hunt, '98.
The Trilogy Outlined Eunice Smith, '98.
The Trilogy as Legend and Myth . . Elizabeth Hiscox, '97.
Miss Alma Seipp, '99, was initiated into the Society.
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The regular monthly meeting of the Agora was held on December 12,
in Elocution Hall, with the following programme : —
The relations between Spain and the United
States ..... Martha Townsend Griswold, '99.
The President's Message . . . Carolyn Davis, '97.
The Dingley Bill .... Miriam Hathaway, '97.
The Australian Ballot . . . Julia N. Colles, '97.
The History of the Civil Service . Mabel P. Wall, '97.
A programme meeting of the Classical Society was held January 8.
The subject was Euripides. The following is the programme : —
I. Archa?ological News.
I. Comparison between Early and Late Greek
Tragedy, in ^Eschylus and Euripides . Professor Chapin.
II. Comparison between Late Greek and Mod-
ern Classical Tragedy in Euripides' "Iphi-
geneia in Tauris " and Goethe's ' ' Iphe-
genie auf Tauris" .... Julia D. Randall.
III. Selection from Media (445-626) . . Louise T. Wood.
We would call the attention of those students who have not yet
observed it, to the fact that in the new North Lodge is a pleasant little front
room which has been fitted up for the use of those waiting to take electrics.
Nov. 29. — The Class of '97 held a social in the gymnasium, at which
the class history for the junior year was presented.
Nov. 30. — President Hyde, of Bowdoin College, preached in the chapel.
Dec. 5. — In the afternoon Mrs. Margaret Deland gave a reading in the
chapel from her story entitled " Counting the Cost." The problem of the
story was, whether a girl who has come to college from illiterate surround-
ings and has completed her college course in the most satisfactory fashion,
THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE.
ought to live thereafter for the vocation for which college has fitted her, or
for the home people with whom she has grown out of touch. The
attempt to handle such a theme by a woman who has had no experience of
college life, furnished table talk for two days after the reading. The Liter-
ature Department gave a reception in the evening for Mr. and Mrs. Deland.
Mrs. Deland again read selections from her own writings.
The same evening the Class of '98 held its annual social in the gymna-
sium, and the class history for the preceding year was given.
Dec. 6. — President Hyde, of Bowdoin College, preached in the chapel.
Dec. 7. — Professor Carl Fehlb, of Boston, gave a piano recital in the
Dec. 7, 9 and 14. — President Irvine was at home in Norumbega parlor
to the members of the senior class.
Dec. 9. — Mrs. Kate Douglas Wiggin Riggs paid a short visit to the
College. An informal reception was given for her in the evening by the
Dec. 12. — Mrs. Helen Campbell , lecturer on Domestic Science in the Uni-
versity of Wisconsin, spoke at 4.15 in the chapel on "Decoration of Homes."
The Barn Swallows had a Dickens Evening in the gymnasium, with
the following programme : —
David Copperfield and Dora have Traddles to dinner.
David Carrie J. Ham, '98.
Nicholas Nickleby's first morning in Squeers's school.
Margaret A. Balch, ''99.
M. Esther Tebbetts, '97.
A Village Skye, Gentleman.
Bessie B. Thomas, '99.
Mary B. Charlton, '98.
Annette C. Gates, '97.
Isabel D. Hoes, 1900.
Alice M. Austin, '98.
Helen M. Flower, '98.
Minnie C. Bridgman, '99.
Agnes E. Fairlie, '99.
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Quilp surprises an " unexpected" hen party in his house.
Quilp Elizabeth M. Lane, '99.
Mrs. Quilp .... Theodosia G. Sargeant, '98.
Mrs. Quilp's Mother .... Sydna E. Pritchard, '97.
r Mary Rogers, '98.
Lady Friends ) Leah Burt, '99.
I Alice M. Kirkpatrick, '99.
During the entre-actes the audience sang college songs, and after the
scenes were over, danced till bedtime.
Dec. 13. — Rev. Dr. Bradford, of Montclair, N. J., preached in the
chapel. In the evening Christmas vespers were held in the chapel, music
being furnished by the Glee Club and the Beethoven Society. The pro-
gramme was the following : —
Reading of the Scriptures.
Anthem ........ Rheinbeyer.
Carols ......... Schilling.
Holy Christmas Night ...... Lassen.
Christmas Cantata : " The Angels of the Bells " . . Foster.
Organ Postlude :" Hallelujah Chorus" . . . Handel.
Dec. 14. — In the afternoon Miss Dennison, Miss Starr, Miss Meade,
Miss Boutelle, Miss Piper, Miss Holmes, Miss Graff, and Miss Ordway gave
a frost fete for their friends in the gymnasium.
Miss Schmidt, of Boston, gave a stereopticon lecture in the chapel on
Dec. 16. — College closed for the Christmas vacation.
Dec. 31. — Mr. Leander Crawford, who has been associated with the
College since its founding, died at his home in the college grounds. The
funeral services took place on Sunday, January 3, in the college chapel.
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Dr. Alexander McKenzie, President of the Board of Trustees, and Dr.
Edward L. Clark, of Boston, officiated.
Jan. 7. — College reopened for the winter term.
Jan. 9. — The new students' parlor in College Hall, joint gift from the
Classes of '94 and '96, was opened, and President Irvine, Dean Stratton, and
Miss Young, '96, held an informal reception there for the students. The
parlor has been made by throwing the two rooms on the west side of the
first floor south center into one. The walls are a rich, quiet green ; the deep
new window seats, and a great settee that runs the length of the east side
of the room, are green, also; and the hangings are crimson. The picture of
four or five field maidens, in brilliant robes, has been brought from the south
vestibule of the Art Building to this room. Queen Louise has come in
from the hall outside, and the Cenci in Prison is promised. We have an
upright piano, for which the students are confidently expecting the Faculty
to exchange the " grand" now in the Horsford Parlor. Appreciation of this
room has been expressed by an enthusiastic use of it. On the night after
the opening, when Mrs. Ballington Booth kindly offered to answer any
questions that might be put after her talk in the chapel was over, she was
taken at once to the new parlor, instead of to the much larger Horsford
room, with the result that crowded-out students stood seven deep in the hall,
trying vainly to hear. Every evening, after dinner, the room is filled with
girls, and the gathering-place outside the dining-room doors is falling quite
into disuse. After the opening of the parlor, English VI. was invited by
Miss Hart to meet Mr. Bliss Carman in the Horsford Parlor. Mr. Carman
read a number of his poems, choosing at random from " Vagabondia," and
from a collection yet in scrap-book form.
Jan. 10. — Bishop Lawrence, of Massachusetts, preached in the
In the evening Mrs. Ballington Booth, of the American Volunteers,
addressed the students on her work among the prisons. Afterwards, in the
students' parlor, she spoke at somewhat greater length about Hope Hall, her
New York home, where men just out of prison may live until they find
Jan. 11. — A string quartette from the Boston Symphony Orchestra
gave a concert in the chapel.
236 THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE.
The Class of 1900 is the first freshman class to organize before mid-
year. Officers have been elected as follows : president, Margaret Hall ;
vice president, Corinne Abercrombie ; recording secretary, Jeannette Capps ;
corresponding secretary, Geraldine Gordon ; treasurer, Margaret Byington ;
factotums, Alice Knox, Ethel Bowman ; executive committee, Mary Rock-
well, Hilda Meisenbach, Katharine Ball.
The college lists, published by '97, are now on sale in the bookstore.
They contain, as last year, the names of the trustees and officers of instruc-
tion and government, the names, home addresses and class rank of all the
students, also lists of the officers of the various college clubs and organiza-
tions, and of the officers and members of the college societies.
In October a call was issued to all graduate students now studying at
Wellesley, and to all women who had at any time taken the degree of M.A.
here, to meet to consider the formation of a Wellesley Graduate Club.
After several meetings the Club was organized, with the following officers :
president, Clara M. Keefe, '88 ; secretary, Grace B. Townsend, '96 ; treas-
urer, Bertha C. Marshall, Lake Forest University, '93. The object of the
Club is to promote interest in graduate instruction, both at Wellesley and in
other colleges ; to secure representation for Wellesley at the Federation of
Graduate Clubs ; and to promote social intercourse among the graduate
students now in College. Eligible to membership are : all students ranked
as graduate students now working at Wellesley, whether their degree was
taken here or elsewhere ; all graduates of Wellesley who have done not less
than a year's graduate work at some other college. The convention of the
Federation of Graduate Clubs was held at the Johns Hopkins University in
Baltimore on December 29 and 30. Miss Ellen F. Pendleton, '86, was sent
as a delegate from the Wellesley Graduate Club.
A Biology Club, similar to the clubs which have existed for the last
two years, has been started among the students in the higher Zoology
courses, under the direction of the Misses Claypole. It holds its meetings
once a month, and discusses some of the most interesting of the scientific
questions which, for lack of time, cannot be treated in class. Its programme
of work so far has been as follows : —
October. — The Germ Theory of Disease, Miss Edith Claypole.
Recent News of Scientific Interest, Mary Rogers, '98.
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November. — The History of Evolution . Mabel Wall, '97.
Evidences of Evolution . . . Grace Laird, '97.
A general discussion on the subject of Vivisection, for the benefit of
those taking that forensic subject.
December. — Rival Theories of Evolution :
Lamarck . . . Frederika Moore, '98.
Darwin .... Katherine Wetmore, '97.
January. — Rival Theories of Heredity :
Hertwig .... Louise Barker, '98.
Weisman . . . Miss Agnes Clay pole.
Wellesley alumna? records should not fail to make mention with pride
and pleasure of the scholarly achievements of Miss Eliza H. Kendrick, '85,
known to recent Wellesley students as an inspiring teacher in the department
of Bible, during 1893-95. Miss Kendrick received in 1895, from Boston
University, the degree of Ph.D. in Biblical Languages and Literature.
Besides studying under Prof. H. G. Mitchell, of Boston University,
Miss Kendrick worked in Assyrian with Professor Lyon, at Cambridge;
and was honored with the privilege of attending, as a guest, lectures in the
department of New Testament of the Harvard Divinity School.
Ellen F. Pendleton, '86, represented the newly formed "Graduate
Club of Wellesley College "at the recent convention of graduate clubs in
Eleanor Sherwin, '89, has been appointed Reader in Greek and Latin
at Chicago University.
We clip from the Report of Association of Collegiate Alumnce the fol-
lowing notice : —
The European Fellowship of the A. C. A. was awarded to Miss Mary Taylor Blauvelt, of
Wellesley (A.B. '89, A.M. '92), for special work in History and Political Science. Miss Blau-
velt taught five years, during three of which she held the chair of Greek at Elmira College. In
the summer of 1895 Miss Blauvelt studied in Germany. The year 1895-96 was spent at Oxford.
238 THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE.
Her course was that leading up to the research degree, which was opened last year to men, but
which has not yet been opened to women. Miss Blauvelt is doing original work in connection
with the History and Development of Cabinet Government in England. The Professors of
History at Oxford speak in high terms of Miss^Blauvelt's work. Professor Powell, Regius
Professor of Modern History, expresses the hope that as soon as the work is finished Miss
Blauvelt will bring it out in book form, as it is valuable and is needed. If, as has been pre-
dicted in some quarters, the next vote at Oxford to grant degrees to women is "yes " instead
of " no," we may expect to find Miss Blauvelt's work crowned with the research degree.
Mabel A. Manson, '90, is teaching Greek and Latin in the Portsmouth,
N. H., High School.
Frances Knapp, '91, in collaboration with Miss E. L. Childe, has lately
published a book on "The Thlinkets of Alaska." A review of the work
says : ' ' Miss Knapp's father was for several years governor of Alaska, and
residence at Sitka gave both authors unusual opportunity for careful work.
This work is a distinct addition to the literature of Alaska."
The engagement of Emma M. Squires, '91, is announced.
Clara M. Burt, '92, has been awarded a fellowship in Chemistry at
Elizabeth Perry, '93, is teaching in the High School of Barre, Mass.
Mary Brigham Hill, who is taking graduate work at Radcliffe this year,
was the delegate from the Radcliffe Graduate Club to the Federation of
Graduate Clubs in Baltimore.
Carolyn J. Peck, '94, is teaching in Milton, Mass.
Julia E. Phelps, '95, is teaching in Andes, N. Y.
Lillian Swett, '96, is acting as proof reader for the Republican Press
Association, in Concord, N. H.
L. Constance Emerson, '96, spent Sunday, November 28, at the college.
At the recent "Vassar Bazaar," in Chicago, the various colleges were
represented. Wellesley's booth, decorated in the college blue, was under
the care of Miss Pike, '92, Miss Pitkin, '95, Miss Belfield, '96, and other
" old girls."
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Miss Emily Leonard, special, '85-89, is teaching Psychology and Eng-
lish, in the Normal School, at Fitchburg, Mass.
Miss Carrie Harrison, who did advanced work in the college botanical
laboratories in '94-95 and '95-96, is now occupying a high position on the
staff of the National Herbarium, under the Smithsonian Institution in Wash-
ington, D. C.
Miss Jennie C. Newcomb, special, '85-87, and later Assistant in the Bot-
any Department, is now an active member of the Salvation Army.
A meeting of the New York Wellesley Club was held on Saturday after-
noon, December 19, at the home of Miss Grace Underwood, 145 West 58th
Street, New York. The Club was entertained by readings, by Miss Collins,
pianoforte playing, by Miss Beals and Miss Mitchell, and songs by Mrs.
A special meeting of the Chicago Wellesley Club was called by the
president for the annual meeting usually held in November.
The meeting was held at the home of Miss May Pitkin, '95, 234 East
Avenue, Oak Park, 111. The business of the election of officers was post-
poned until the November meeting, in accordance with a motion carried at
At about 2.30 p. m. Mrs. Crosby Adams claimed the willing attention of
the members present by a lecture recital, " The Orchestra," with special
reference to the personnel of the Chicago Orchestra and the music of the
A most instructive afternoon was spent in listening to Miss Adams,
whose efforts were supplemented by the exhibition of illustrations of various
musical scores and pictures of instruments. Following the lecture, refresh-
ments were served, after which the Club adjourned.
Through a misunderstanding the Wellesley Alumnae lists of the Col-
lege Settlement Association were not submitted to the Alumna? elector for
correction before they were ready for the printer, and an error of $13 has
has appeared in these lists. The amount contributed for 1895-96 by the
240 THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE.
Wellesley Alumnae was $866.25, instead of $853.25. All whose subscrip-
tions were not duly recorded on the printed lists will be notified by the
elector. She will be glad to be informed of any other necessary corrections.
Wellesley subscribers to the College Settlements Association may be
interested to see the exact amounts contributed to the Association for
1895-96 by Smith, Wellesley, and Vassar, respectively : Smith College sub-
scription, $507, Alumme subscription, $464.17, total, $971.17 ; Vassar College
subscription, $235.75, Alumnae subscription, $721, total, $956.75 ; Wellesley
College subscription, $316, Alumnae subscription, $866.25, total, $1,182.25.
During November and December there has been given at the College
Settlement in Philadelphia a course of lectures on " Proposed Remedies for
Existing Social Disorders." The subjects have been: "The Single Tax,"
"Trades Unionism," "Government Ownership of Natural Monopolies,"
" Prohibition," " Fabian Socialism," and " The Competitive System."
On January 6 a lecture on Window Gardening will be given at the
Philadelphia Settlement, by John C. Lewis, under the auspices of the Civic
Club. It is the intention of the Civic Club to distribute, free of cost, plants
to all those who desire them for the purpose of beautifying their homes.
Miss Marion Ballou, formerly a special student at Wellesley, is spend-
ing a part of the winter at the Philadelphia Settlement.
The graduate chapter of Bryn Mawr has undertaken a circulating
library of Settlement literature for the benefit of its members.
A Christmas gift of $12.36, in the name of Wellesley, was presented
to the Philadelphia Settlement by the girls of the Walnut Lane Seminary,
Germantown, Philadelphia, Pa.
Taussig-Brewster. — In New York City, Dec. 12, 1896, Miss Sophia
L. Brewster, '80, to Mr. Walter M. Taussig.
Ells-Ely.— In Milwaukee, Wis., Dec. 30, 1896, Miss Marion A. Ely,
89, to Dr. Benjamin F. Ells, of Rockford, 111.
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Cristy-Mayse. — In Washington, D. C., Nov. 26, 1896, Miss Elizabeth
Mayse, '92, to Mr. Jesse E. Cristy. At home at 595 Orchard Street,
Hooper-Courser. — In Dover, N. H., July 8, 1896, Miss Alice Bertha
Courser, '92, to Mr. A. Frank Hooper, of Bridgewater, Mass.
Smith-Bixby. — In Los Angeles, Cal., Dec. 31, 1896, Miss Sarah
Hathaway Bixby, '94, to Mr. Arthur Maxson Smith. At home 220 West
State Street, Marshall, Mich.
Flagg-Pressey. — At Rochester, N. Y., Dec. 16, 1896, Miss Edna
Frances Pressey, '94, to Mr. Charles Fobes Flagg, brother of Nancy Flagg,
O'Brien-James. — At Westchester, Pa., Dec. 15, 1896, Miss Helen
James, '95, to Mr. Archibald Maclean O'Brien.
Thomas-Wilt. — In Dayton, Ohio, Oct. 13, 1896, Miss Mary Den-
nison Wilt, formerly of '97, to Dr. Jerome B. Thomas, of Brooklyn,
Smith-Hubbard. — In Brooklyn, on Dec. 23, 1896, Miss Isabel D.
Hubbard, special, '87-88, to Mr. Henry Wilson Smith, of the Theological
Seminary, Princeton, N. J.
November 30, 1896, in Chicago, 111., a daughter to Mrs. Grace
Gruber Clayes, '92.
December 23, 1896, at Rosemont, Pa., a son, William H. Weimer, 3d,
to Mrs. Grace Ford Weimer, '95.
October 16, '96, a son, Hamlin Ryder, to Mrs. Marie Ryder Sylvester,
formerly of '96.
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In Seattle, Washington, Nov. 14, '96, Mrs. Nellie Mitchell Towne,
formerly of '83.
In Fitchburg, Jan. 7, 1897, Dr. Lyman Jewett, father of Mrs. Helen
Jewett Young, '84.
In Savannah, Ga., Nov. 30, 1896, Mrs. William Pearson Hardee,
mother of Elizabeth B. Hardee, '94.
In Los Angeles, Cal., Dec. 5, 1896, Llewellyn Bixby, father of Sarah
Bixby, '94, and Anne L. Bixby, formerly of '97.
In Longwood, Mass., Dec. 7, 1896, Alice Maud Hollander, special,
In Wellesley, Mass., Dec. 31, 1896, Mr. Leander M. Crawford, Super-
intendent of Buildings and Grounds of Wellesley College.
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Prompt and careful attention given to mail orders.
Wright & Ditson,
iso. 344 Washington Street, Boston, Mass
The Dana Hall School,
Pupils are prepared for regular or for special courses at
Price for Board and Tuition, $500 for the school year;
Tuition for day pupils, $125.
For further information address the Principals :
Julia A. Eastman,
Sarah P. Eastman.
mounted in glass.
CHARLES W. PERRY,
Fine Stationery and Engraving House
1121 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.
COATS OF ARMS
Heraldry and Genealogy a Specialty.
Coats of Arms Painted for Framing.
I^oman's Medical College of the
New York Infirmary for Women and Children.
AESSION '96-97 opens October 1, 1896. Four years, Graded Course.
^ Instruction by Lectures, Clinics, Recitations and practical work, under
supervision in Laboratories, and Dispensary of College, and in New York
Infirmary. Clinics and operations in most of the City Hospitals and Dis-
pensaries open to Women Students. For Catalogues, etc., address
321 East Fifteenth Street,
EMILY BLACKWELL, M. D.
N. C. WHITAKER & CO.,
Fine Tortoise Shell Goods.
Salesroom, 7 TEMPLE PLACE.
Factory, 363 Washington St., BOSTON.
Special discount to Wellesley Students.
JOSEPH E. DeWITT,
Stationer and Picture Dealer.
Special attention given to Framing
Pictures at reasonable prices, jtjtjt
It is of easy access by the Electric Cars.
No. 2 flain Street, Natick, Hass.
H. W. DOWNS COMPANY
Trimmed and Untrlmmed Hats.
Bicycle and Walking Hats a Specialty.
Our Dress-lining Department is the
largest in the city. <it «^t S <£* •£ •£
Special prices to Wellesley Students.
H. W. DOWNS COMPANY,
No. 143 TREMONT STREET,
WALNUT HILL SCHOOL
For circular address the Principals,
MISS CHARLOTTE H. CONANT, B.A.
MISS FLORENCE BIGELOW, M.A.
Established 1843. Incorporated 1895.
Largest Stock and Lowest
Drawing Materials and Picture Frames
OF ALL KINDS AT
FROST & ADAMS CO.,
Importers and Wholesale Dealers,
37 CORNHILL, BOSTON.
'Special Rates to Colleges."
New Illustrated Catalogue Free.
IN THE EQUIPMENT OF A STUDENT'S ROOM,
It is generally conceded that a stringed instrument
is almost an absolute necessity. To secure the
greatest enjoyment from the purchase get the best
your money will afford. Expert judgment
pronounces the "Bay State" instruments
the finest in the world. An excellent instru-
ment is the
BAY STATE $10.00 BANJO.
We have in stock cheaper banjos than this,
but for a substantial, serviceable instrument
at a low price, no other instrument manufac-
tured can compare with it. Send for illus-
JOHN C. HAYNES & CO.,
453-463 Washington Street, Boston.
JOHN W. SANBORN I CO.,
LENSES GROUND <P PRESCRIPTIONS FILLED.
FULL LINE of Hand Cameras and
Prints Made and Mounted^*^^*.^^
Wellesley Graduates are always in demand.
William F. Jarvis, Manager.
Send for registration blanks and circulars.
3 SOMERSET STREET, BOSTON.
A Large Variety in the Latest Styles.
Fancy Goods, Novelties, Picture Frames,
Bicycles, etc., etc.
FAIRBANKS & SON,
x6 Main Street, .\alick, Mass.
First-Class Work. Prompt Service.
Class and Society Printing: a Specialty.
We Guarantee Satisfaction.
"The Bulletin Press,"
x8 Main Street, Katick, Mass.
ivlCl vJlOVCSj Hosiery, Underwear and Ribbons, Embroidery
Silks, Stamped Linens, Denims, Art Muslins, and Cretonnes.«56«5&«^
J. B. Leamy, Natick, Mass.
tO per cent discount to all
Professors and Students of
Artists'. . .
Drafting Instruments. Art Studies and Books.
Oil and Water Colors, Crayons, Materials
For Tapestry, Painting, etc.
waflsworm Howiann 4 Co., - 82 and 84 Washington 8!., Boston.
Branch Store in the Grundmann Studios, Clarendon Street, near St. James Avenue. Principal Factories, Maiden.
Mass., and South Paris, Maine.
O. A. Jenkins & Co.
FURRIERS * AND * LADIES' * HATTERS
Ladies' Sailor and English Walking Hats
of our own Importation. «^ Exclusive Styles.
Sole Agents for Connelly's New York Turbans.
407 WASHINGTON STREET, BOSTON.
For women and positive style. That's what we studied
for. That's what we have. Not a toe crowded. Noth-
ing to pinch or hurt.
TheH. H. "TuttleShoe"
is made on men's lasts. Has that graceful outside
swing that gives the little toe breathing room. Double-
soled calf for those who want heavy shoes. Lighter
grades for others. $4 to $8 is the price. Discount to
Students and Faculty.
H. H. TUTTLE & CO.,
Washington St., cor. Winter Street.
The Fisk Teachers' Agencies.
4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Mass.
70 Fifth Avenue, New York City, N. Y.
1242 Twelfth Street, Washington, D. C.
3J5 Wabash Avenue, Chicago, 111.
25 King Street, West Toronto, Canada.
420 Century Building, Minneapolis, Minn.
107 Keith & Perry Building, Kansas City, Mo.
728 Cooper Building, Denver, Col.
525 Stimson Block, Los Angeles, Cal.
Joel Goldthwait & Company,
Oriental Carpets and Rugs. Axininsters, Wilton and
We are now ready to show the finest line we ever opened in
Foreign and Domestic Carpets.
All new in style, and adapted to the present furnishings.
Our own special patterns. Our open stock is full at prices lower than ever.
Joel Goldthwait & Company,
163 to 169 Washington Street, Boston, Mass.
In every department of our store we allow Wellesley Professors and
Students a discount, generally 10 per cent.
We deliver all goods free of express charges at Wellesley College and Dana Hall.
During the year you will notice many attractive goods which your friends at home
would be glad to see. We shall be glad to send samples at your request.
Dress Goods, Hosiery, Neckwear, Millinery,
Underwear and Art Embroideries
are perhaps some of the departments most interesting to students, but the discount applies
to every department.
R. H. STEARNS & CO.
Tremont Street and Temple Place, - - BOSTON, MASS.
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QEO. A. PLUMMER & CO.
Ladies' and Children's
Specialty Garment House.
Young Ladies' Coats, Suits,
Wraps, Fur Capes, Rain-proof
Garments, Silk Petticoats,
and Tea Gowns.
The Latest Paris and Berlin Novelties
Always in Stock at
Moderate Prices. . .
531 and 533 Washington Street, Boston
Next door to Boston Theatre.
Frank Wood, Printer, Boston.